Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Primo's father also worked at Armageddon. .1kanshu The accident that took away the life of Charles' biological father also killed his father, so the two felt like brothers in need.

"Fang's father has made great achievements in studying genetic mutations." Charles said, "My stepfather feels that he is fully capable of going one step further and studying mutant genes."

"Mutants do not exist. Charles." Primo shook his head. "If they really exist, you especially cannot cooperate with this person, and his father. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Because he is from China?" Charles asked.

"Because their father and son are not the same people as us." Primo corrected, "Once two different people are bound together, the fear and rejection of ordinary people towards them will be multiplied."

"I don't think there is anything to fear or exclude," Charles said. "Both types of people live well around us and do not cause any trouble to us. On the contrary, ordinary people tend to exclude and misunderstand them. It causes them a lot of trouble.”

"So it's us normal people who should apologize to them instead?" Primo couldn't help but laugh. "Charles, hearing you say that, I can't even figure out which side you are from."

Charles smiled and said nothing.

He is fifteen years old, and it has been six years since he discovered his mutant abilities. It is no longer difficult for him to invade other people's minds without being discovered by others.

But he still hopes that one day he can use his abilities openly instead of sneaking into other people's heads as a peeping tom.

Charles let out a sigh of relief.

He firmly believes that he is not the only person on earth with mutant powers.

For this reason, he insisted on not using a general term like "mutation" to describe himself.

He does not belong to humans, but to another group, the group he calls "mutants".

It was the beautiful and wonderful mutation that gave rise to this group of humans.

It's only been six years and he hasn't met another mutant.

He is lonely.

"Yo."

Primo looked at the field and whistled. "That kid performed pretty well, at least he was decent. I thought you found a rookie. In that case, he would dare to come on and waste our time, but he would be overestimating his abilities."

In the field, Song Fang made a standard hitting action, hitting the ball in an elegant arc and flying to the hole in the distance.

People around the venue applauded Song Fang, but Ruiwen was the only one who was so happy that her palms almost swelled.

While Charles was applauding, he said to Primo who was also applauding: "If I remember correctly, you must have asked him to come on and give it a try."

Primo laughed and did not answer.

Charles couldn't help but smile.

He can read minds and is more sensitive to changes in people's emotions. He always felt that the seemingly enthusiastic attitude of his senior students towards Song Fang was a bit off-putting.

For example, right now, although everyone is applauding Song Fang's shot, which is considered perfect for amateurs, their expressions are more reserved, with a feeling of "Oh, it turns out it's not as bad as I thought."

Charles did a quick scan of their minds. Well, yes, they do think so.

So even if they maintained politeness on the surface, they still looked down on Song Fang on the inside, thinking that Song Fang was not the same person as them, or even...not a human being at all.

Is that right?

While Charles was thinking about this, Song Fang used another shot to put the ball into the hole.

That's a par three. The first time he touched the club seriously, he made a birdie.

Song Fang himself was quite satisfied, so he had no intention of continuing to play and returned to the rest area with his golf equipment.

Ruiwen ran over, jumped up, and hugged Song Fang's neck: "Brother, you are great!"

Song Fang kissed Rui Wen's forehead, put her on the ground, and winked at Charles: "I didn't embarrass you."

"No, no." Charles smiled sincerely and gave Song Fang a thumbs up.

Song Fang told him that he was a golf beginner. So Charles was mentally prepared to wait for him to hit thirty strokes. Unexpectedly, Song Fang scored in two strokes.

As expected of a mutant.

Ah no, Song Fang is not a mutant. But from a certain perspective, Song Fang's situation is very similar to that of mutants, so Charles sometimes feels sympathy for Song Fang.

The system suddenly pops up a prompt.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows.

What happened?

Did he get closer to Charles by playing a ball?

Song Fang quietly observed Charles and gradually made a guess.

Yes, Raven was snatched away by him. Charles has probably never seen a mutant other than himself until now.

This kid, who was at a disadvantage by the mutants, even looked at him, an ordinary person who was slightly different from the people around him, and felt that he looked pretty.

Tip number two.

Ok.

Even if Song Fang's situation is like that of a mutant, in Charles' eyes, he is not a mutant.

Do you want to find an opportunity to show your ability in front of Charles? Song Fang thought so.

Although his abilities come from the Sentinel Factor, I don't know if he counts as a "mutant" in Charles's definition.

Um? What? Is Raven a serious mutant? Let her show her ability in front of Charles, will it definitely deepen Charles's affection for the two brothers?

Ha ha.

Song Fang directly killed this idea in the depths of his mind.

A monster like my brother has no feelings for anyone or anything that might take away his sister.

Primo took the pole and went on the field again. The seniors were playing their own games again, and no one paid any attention to Charles and Song Fang.

Song Fang and the other three were quite happy. Charles gave Raven a glass of juice, and he and Song Fang each had a cup of coffee and sat there chatting.

After a while, several more people came from the gate. Song Fang and Charles didn't care, they just regarded it as friends invited by a certain senior.

"Hey, the yellow-skinned monkey is here to play ball too?"

The discordant sound caused the expressions of everyone present to change.

Kane stood not far away, staring at Song Fang and Charles with a malicious expression, followed by two companions who were about the same age as him. A caddy was standing not far away, almost buried by the equipment of the three of them. The three guys didn't help but took their own things.

Charles immediately stood up, stood in front of Song Fang and Ruiwen, and said coldly to Kane: "Let's go. No one welcomes you here."

"Huh? So this golf course was bought by the great Charles Xavier?" Kane said sarcastically, "My dad asked me to come here. What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"