People with superpowers are not superheroes [Comprehensive + British and American]

Xavier Gifted Junior School.

Charles Xavier, better known as Professor X, one of the most powerful telepaths in the world, sits in a wheelchair with a textbook in his hand in a classroom.

The teenagers sitting around him are all mutants. Some of them have the same appearance as ordinary humans, but some of them have signs that are obviously different from ordinary people in conspicuous places. organs belonging to humans.These children who may be regarded as "heterogeneous" and "monsters" outside have only one identity in this school—ordinary students.

You don’t need to feel inferior or hesitant because of your specialness, and you don’t need to think about the future because of your uniqueness, and you don’t have to worry about being bullied and persecuted by the “majority”. You can have fun with your friends as much as your peers ,study.

This is X Academy.

These mutant teenagers were all sitting beside Professor X, listening attentively to his lecture.

Halfway through the speech, Professor X suddenly stopped and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"Professor, what happened?"

Professor X seldom interrupted in the middle of the class. A student with a bright pattern floating on his face was the first to ask doubtfully, and the others couldn't help but follow his gaze and look outside.

It doesn't look like anything special.

Most of the students are wondering, but those who already have a few advantages have heard the faint commotion on the lawn outside. Some bad experiences in the past made them instantly vigilant, and they stood up one after another: "There is an enemy attack. ?"

"do not worry."

Charles shook his head with a smile, lightly patted the shoulder of the nearest boy, and settled their hearts, then closed the book and clapped his hands: "Okay, this lesson will end here first, and the next The content will continue tomorrow, don’t forget to preview.”

"professor?"

"professor……"

"Shh."

Charles put his index finger to his lips, smiled mysteriously, and motioned for them to be quiet. A few seconds later, he heard exclamations from outside.

"It's Superman!"

"God! How did Superman come to us?"

After hearing the voices outside, the students in the classroom turned from surprise to surprise.

"Is it true? Me, me, this is the first time I've seen him!"

"My sister was saved by him, I want to go to him to thank him!"

Charles nodded with a smile so that the restless students could do what they wanted to do, while he waited quietly for a while, until after a round of bustle outside, he pushed the wheelchair leisurely, sir.

On the large lawn of the school, Superman had already landed on the ground, talking with a few students who were the most courageous to approach him with a big smile. Most of the remaining students in the school were also here, but they did not surround him, but It is hesitating at a distance that is neither far nor near.

A little behind him stood an Asian girl with a cold face, looking keenly in Charles' direction.

The two looked at each other, Charles smiled and nodded at her, but saw a little surprise in her eyes.

Charles couldn't help touching his face.

Is there a lot of difference between yourself and the rumors?

"Okay, children, Mr. Superman should have something urgent to come to me."

Seeing that there was a little helplessness in Superman's smile, although ordinary people can't easily detect it, Charles clapped his hands and loudly attracted the attention of the students: "Now, let me chat with Mr. Superman first, okay?"

"Eh--"

There were voices of regret all around, and Charles even heard the soft sigh of the most reserved girl in the school, and then a bold girl asked loudly: "Will Superman have dinner with us once? I can bake him a small cake! I The little cakes were baked so well!"

Amidst the booing around, Charles noticed that the eyes of the girl behind Superman lit up. He remembered this, and then answered the students' question: "There will be a chance."

After driving the students away, they simply chatted on the lawn without changing places.

"Carl."

Charles greeted Superman familiarly, and then joked: "It seems that you are more popular here than me as the principal."

"Stop kidding me, Charles . . . I didn't mean to cause such a commotion."

Superman said apologetically, he originally planned to sneak out of Professor X's room with Qi Mu, but he was discovered by a few keen little mutants. In order not to be regarded as an invading foreign enemy, he had to reveal it. identity.

——So, how extensive is your communication network?

Nanzi stood beside him without saying a word, trying to reduce her sense of existence, but what she paid attention to was...Professor X in front of him, he actually has quite thick curly black hair.

Does Professor X have hair?

Not only that, he also looked to be in his 30s, not more than 35 at the most, which was much different from the old man in her previous impression.

'Didn't you mean the elders? '

Nanzi thought of what Superman had said to herself before, and began to wonder if it was a joke made by this guy who became active after his identity was revealed. At this time, Charles looked at her.

"In fact, when Carl and I first met, he was just 15 years old, and I called him 'kid' at the time." He explained, "However, I have always regarded us as friends of the same generation."

As he spoke, he asked politely, "This...little lady?" He hesitated, "Little sir?"

Oh, mind reading.

In the past, it was Nanzi who read other people's heart sounds, but this was the first time that the other party saw through her own heart. It felt... quite strange.

But Nanzi didn't have any feelings of resistance - she can read other people's hearts, and of course others can read hers, which is fair.Although she was "dismissed" as soon as she came up, she remained quite calm.

"You can call it whatever you want."

"Then may I ask, the name of this little lady?"

"Nanzi." It would be better if "small" is not added.

Superman had already communicated with her on the way here, and now he said directly: "Nanzi..." He was still a little uncomfortable with Qi Mu's new name...including the new body of course, "Nanzi is my friend, she was Mutant riot influence, ability out of control."

Charles' expression became more serious: "Where's the mutant?"

A powerful mutant without guidance can easily get out of control. If it can influence a powerful ability user, it will definitely cause more trouble. This is not good news for mutants and humans.

Of course Superman understood what he meant, but shook his head: "Don't worry, at least he won't have another riot in a few years."

"Ok?"

"..."

Superman glanced at Nanzi with some hesitation.

Nanzi took the initiative to explain: "I went back the time of his body to a few years ago."

Although I don't want to let more people know about my superpowers, but Professor X... It should be the best result, not to mention his character setting, let's just say that in this world, he is someone Superman is willing to believe .

Although she doesn't want to admit it, Nanzi still has a lot of trust in Superman...or it's more appropriate to use the word quite. She still trusts Superman quite a lot.

——Oh, by the way, he still has the weakness of such a big school, even if he rips his face, she won't be more worried about her.

I don't know if I have read such dangerous thoughts in Nanzi's heart. In short, Charles watched her quietly for a while.

"I can't guarantee that I can restore your ability to its original state... or stop losing control." He said frankly, "However, I may be able to help you, are you willing to accept it?"

Nanzi was silent for two seconds, then nodded quietly.

"Thank you."

Superman laughed quickly, thanked Charles earnestly, and after getting the answer of "You're welcome", his feet lifted off the ground and floated a little.

——This guy, even in front of Professor X who he calls "the elder", still maintains that perfect posture that is not like a real person, which is completely different from the appearance in front of Nanzi after revealing his identity.

Nanzi suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis.

Wait, could it be that the relationship between the two of them has been promoted from "ordinary friends" to "best friends" before she herself noticed?

However, she soon discovered painfully—yes, if even the biggest secrets of each other are shared, in the eyes of ordinary people, they will almost reach the level of secondary school where "you can protect each other with your life".

Although this level of middle school is not uncommon in Superman's bloody battle manga, it doesn't match the style of painting in her funny daily show, hey.

She then thought about the lists of the most likely to know Superman's true identity...

Besides his parents, presumably Batman, Wonder Woman... Lois Lane?

"..."

——So, how did things develop to this point, is it too late to start over now?

……

After watching Superman fly away, Nanzi looked at Professor X, his eyes were peaceful and warm, without stabbing inquiry, but pure curiosity.

"Carl has helped me a lot in the past, but he rarely comes to ask for help."

"If I understand correctly, he also accepted a lot of help from you when he was young."

Charles nodded, and shook his head again: "It's not so much about helping, as it is about guiding him to adapt to his own strength faster. Even without me, he would still be the Superman he is today... He is very special, more powerful than us. All are special."

Then, he looked at Nanzi again: "You too."

If possible, whoever wants this kind of special can take it, she just wants to be an ordinary person.

Charles continued: "If possible, can you tell me something about your abilities? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone without your permission."

"Can't you read my mind?"

"Oh, no, no, no." Charles shook his head in surprise, "You are very powerful, I can only read the shallowest thoughts that you are willing to let others read, and the deeper thoughts will be blocked by an invisible barrier. Same as Superman."

Nanzi's focus is not on "powerfulness".

"...When did I want to?" How could she not know.

However, Charles found that at this moment, the inner voice and emotions that had been vaguely felt in Nanzi's mind disappeared without a trace.

"You are very talented." He sighed sincerely.

"?"

Charles understood: "It seems that it's just your subconscious mind, and you don't even know it yourself."

Just subconscious "awareness" can hinder his mind reading, which is a terrible ability.

"When I was your age, I was far less calm than you are now... Do you want to talk?" He raised his head slightly and looked at Nanzi seriously, "It was painful, at first."

"No... To be honest, it's okay."

It may be because the superpower of mind reading comes from birth. The pain and blackening of mind readers in those anime or film and television works... Sorry, she has never experienced it. At most, she feels that she hears other people's heart sounds It's noisy and troublesome, and I'm used to it by now.

"You are strong."

"It has nothing to do with that kind of thing, it's just because I am a superpower, and I am naturally mentally strong."

"It has nothing to do with your ability..." Charles shook his head with a smile, "You are a powerful person, not just because of your ability."

"..."

Before Nanzi could say anything, Charles turned his head and called out, "Qin."

Separated from the crowd, Qin Wenyan, who was sitting alone, raised her head. After receiving the signal from Charles calling her over, she closed the open book and walked over.

"professor?"

Charles gestured gently: "She is Superman's friend. Because of a little problem with her ability, she will stay with us for a while. You can take her around the school."