American comics: This guy is crazy

"May I have your name?"

Charles asked following the procedure.

When he invaded the other person's spiritual space, he had already realized that the other person was no ordinary person.

How can ordinary people have mental barriers?

Just figure out the capabilities and then make arrangements.

"Surname Allen, gender..."

At this point, Allen looked down at his lower body and said cautiously: "I'm a boy for now, I won't know in the future. I should be no more than nineteen years old. I grew up in an orphanage and entered the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center to engage in research at the age of thirteen. Five and a half years.”

"You can do research at the age of thirteen, about what?"

This made Charles' eyes light up.

A thirteen-year-old researcher, a genius who lives up to his name.

Allen said shyly: "Engage in being studied."

"..."

Charles suddenly turned dark.

It seems that he is indeed engaged in research work, but he is just the subject of research.

"What are your superpowers?"

In fact, Charles guessed for the first time that he should be spiritual or spiritual.

Of course, it is more inclined to the mental aspect. After all, this person is not mentally healthy.

"I don't have super powers. I'm a priest, commonly known as a wet nurse."

Allen touched his chest and sighed: "It's still malnourished."

"Show it."

He didn't expect a mentally ill person to be able to describe it clearly.

We can only show it on the spot and have a look before making a conclusion.

"It's not good, I'm not prepared at all." Allen looked awkward and lowered his head shyly.

"Don't worry, there is a defensive force field here, and ordinary people cannot destroy it."

In the entire school, the principal's office is the only safe house, the first being the psychic enhancement laboratory.

Charles was confident that nothing would go wrong and he could activate his defense in an instant.

"That would be rude."

Allen stood up, looked at Charles's medium-long hair, and immediately retracted the idea of ​​calling the bald professor, and instead called: "Professor Cha, take advantage of my ultimate move."

Sa…

Allen raised his hands flat and spread them out, and made a voiceover in his mouth.

Seeing this, Wade dodged to a corner to avoid accidental injury.

Charles looked serious, clearly sensing a special energy gathering.

"Failure humiliates the light!"

At this time, Allen raised his hand like a primary school student, and a white light suddenly shot out from the edge of his palm.

The white light hit Charles directly, and his fingers on the defensive force field switch button had no time to press it.

The next second, I felt relieved and felt a warm current rushing through my body, and just now the feeling of fatigue was gone.

"Healing power!"

Charles was overjoyed, changed his original expression, and said kindly: "You can stop now."

A mutant with healing powers is definitely a rare talent.

The X-Men team formed by the school often goes on missions, and injuries are inevitable. If it can be equipped with treatment personnel, it will not only improve its combat capabilities, but also reduce the mortality rate.

"Alan, are you willing to attend Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters?" Charles said like coaxing a child.

"I don't want to."

Allen tilted his head and refused reluctantly.

Whenever Allen accepted charity from others, he always asked for it himself.

Don't want to! ?

What do you want to do at Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters?

Charles' expression froze, and he couldn't figure out his thoughts at all.

He can't figure it out, and someone can't guess it.

For example, Deadpool looks at a madman from the perspective of a madman.

Wade walked up to Charles and whispered a few words in a low voice, making his eyes suddenly light up.

"Alan, I don't want to attend this school, but I can't stay in the school anymore. Then I won't be able to see the mysterious guest." Charles adjusted his posture and leaned back on the chair, with a confident expression that was already strategizing.

"Hey, how dare you threaten me with your little secret."

Allen pointed his thumb towards himself and said nonchalantly: "If you go out and ask around, no one on the street will know that I, Allen, am a bitch."

There was a pop.

Kneel down decisively.

One second, he was pulling up to the sky, and the next second, he knelt down and gave in. The change of posture was very smooth and smooth.

"Professor Cha, I have dreamed of entering school since I was a child, attending classes and studying like a normal child, applying to my ideal university in the future, and graduating to benefit mankind."

Allen burst into tears and said, "Thank you for giving me this precious opportunity. I like reading. I love reading. Reading makes me happy. Reading makes me happy. As the saying goes, to become a talent, watch less pornographic films and read more. To get rid of poverty, less Have children, raise more pigs, get rich, have less mistresses, and build more roads..."

"enough."

You are full of jingles, you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination!

Charles heard veins bulging, and felt like he could keep talking if he didn't stop him.

At least, it turns out that Allen is not stupid, just crazy.

Speaking of which, there is already one more madman, and one more does not matter.

Charles couldn't help but look at Wade, who asked doubtfully: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not here to go to school."

"Please help him go through the admission procedures and arrange his dormitory." Charles changed the subject.

"Let's go, little madman."

"Okay, little lunatic."

The two young ladies walked out of the principal's office.

Wade admired: "I already feel that there is something shining in you."

"Is there any?"

Allen looked behind him and asked, "I'm not glowing."

"I must find an opportunity to kill you, otherwise you will suck away my popularity." Wade said harshly.

"Correction, this is a novel, you can't kill the protagonist." Allen said seriously.

The admission procedure is very simple. Go to the vice-chancellor's office, fill out a form, and be assigned a dormitory. You can choose your study courses freely.

When Professor X founded the school, he taught completely according to the wishes of the students.

Allen stared at the form for a long time without writing.

"What's wrong?"

Vice Principal Henry Philip McCoy, codenamed Beast, looked at the hesitant Allen and asked, "Are you illiterate?"

"I can not read english."

"..."

It would be great if the welfare home can teach Chinese characters, and I also hope to hire an English teacher.

Henry pointed out the content to be filled in line by line, and Allen wrote the Chinese characters one by one.

For Henry, one of the smartest people in the world, learning Chinese characters is not that difficult.

Allocating dormitories has become another difficult problem. It requires communicating with students whether they are willing to accept new students.

Take respect very seriously.

Once it became clear that he was mentally ill, the students were unwilling to live together.

"It makes me want to live with a group of unpopular characters." Allen said disdainfully.

"Why don't you come to our dormitory? They are all popular heroes."

Wade put his arm around Allen's shoulder and said, "Living with a group of characters who have no chance to appear makes me feel downgraded."

"I agree with your statement. Although there are suspicions of trying to gain popularity, we have our own popularity."

The beast looked at the two of them holding hands and knew each other well enough not to interfere too much.

If he can get along with Deadpool, he is naturally the target of everyone's rejection.

People live in groups and birds of a feather flock together, so maybe it's a good thing that they live together.