I plant trees in the superhero world

Cyril promised Charles to come to the academy to study when he had time every week. Anyway, he was also a small boss and had a lot of free time.

When Cyril came to X Academy the next morning, he saw that the academy had almost been repaired. After all, apart from some X-Men who were very experienced in fighting and always needed to repair the environment, some children in the school were also from the auxiliary department. It is very easy to help transport soil and fill pits.

Suddenly, Cyril saw Cyclops walking out of the castle with a bunch of shovels, and complained as he walked: "I don't know what the professor thinks, why did he suddenly ask us to plant trees on the barren hill behind? Has it been bald for a long time? It’s still so far away from the school, and I can’t usually see it. What’s so good about planting trees.”

Cyril touched his nose silently, oops, the weather is so nice today, he didn't hear anything.

Cyril asked the system early in the morning, not all the trees of [-] square kilometers need to be planted by himself, as long as the person planting the trees is for Cyril's reasons, it will also be counted in the task of [-] square kilometers .

Everyone in the academy greeted Cyril with a smile. Last night, his timely action won the favor of the students. Everyone saw Cyril with a youthful smile on his face.

"Hello, sister!"

"Good morning sister!"

……

Hearing the lively voices of the children, Cyril's heart softened, so let's ignore the title "sister" for the time being. Who told him to come here with Sira's face?

"Please come in."

Cyril knocked on the door of Charles' office, and after entering the door, it was rare to see Charles standing in front of the window sill, watching the children in the academy bustling with activity, with a warm smile on his face.

"My original intention of establishing this school was to protect the smiles of mutant children and let them grow up carefree." Charles said suddenly, the voice was not loud, and Cyril could barely hear it.

"Of course, not only mutant children, but also children who have power but are not very good at using it." Charles turned his head, looked at Cyril and said, those blue eyes were full of kindness and wisdom.

Cyril has not heard anyone say that he is a child for a long time. He is 22 years old after all, and he has been born in the society for two years. He feels that he is an adult and has no elders. It has been a long time since no one looked at him with such loving eyes up.

"Professor, let's study." Cyril changed the subject uncomfortably.

After hearing the details of his ability from Cyril, especially when he heard Cyril say that he could see colorless water molecules, Charles' eyes lit up: "If what you really see are water molecules, why don't you try Then the water molecules are separated to become hydrogen and oxygen. Hydrogen is a flammable gas. If you get a lighter, don’t you also have the ability to fire? And the volume concentration of hydrogen in the air is 4-756 At that time, it will explode when it encounters a fire source.”

Cyril couldn't help but widen his eyes. He has always felt that his ability is not very aggressive. If he can separate the hydrogen gas and add the fire attribute skills he will acquire in the future, he will make up for his lack of aggressiveness. Strong question?

"All right, professor, I'll try now."

"Don't worry." Charles stopped Cyril, "You said that when you use the water attribute ability, you are more controlling the water, rather than producing water yourself, and you use the wood attribute ability, and you have to borrow the plant's ability. If you are in a place like a desert, how do you borrow strength? Another example is that buildings in cities are called steel forests. Not every city has vegetation as big as Central Park like Manhattan for you to borrow Li, at that time, what should you do?"

Cyril didn't know how to reply. He couldn't tell the professor that his abilities could grow. What Charles said made sense. These were indeed his passive abilities, but he didn't know how to make up for them.

"So, Silla, what you need is a team. No matter how strong a person is, there will be times when he will be weak, just like yesterday when you withdrew your shield and was too weak to stand still. You need someone who can entrust your back to the team." The opposing team." Charles said earnestly.

Cyril looked at Charles, and blurted out in a short-circuit of the brain, "Professor, you don't want to drag me into the X-Men, do you?"

Charles shook his head with a smile, "No, of course I will respect your decision, this is just my suggestion."

If you really talk about the team, the first person that Cyril thinks of is Steve. Steve is a very reassuring person, a person who can let him calmly trust his back, and feel his generous shoulders Can hold up a sky above the head.But, is he going to join the Avengers?

Forget it, he joined the Avengers whenever he wanted, so let's not get entangled in those hypocrisy.

Cyril continued to discuss with Charles about enhancing his abilities. After a long time, Charles glanced at the clock, "It's twelve o'clock, do you want to try the cafeteria of our college?"

"Of course." Cyril readily agreed. It is a mutant cafeteria anyway, so there might be something different.

Cyril pushed Charles' wheelchair and stood at the door of the dining hall, "..."

It's really different!

He has never seen such a...dangerous canteen in all his life.

One side of the canteen is a flame, and the other side is a world of ice and snow. The leaders of the two sides are staring at each other. A group of children are cheering there. The Iceman and the Fireman are showing their abilities to each other. It's all - Cyril now knows why plastic plates are used in school - it's hilarious.

Charles smiled wryly at Cyril, his forehead was beating non-stop. It seemed that no matter how good-tempered he was, he was going to be terribly angry at this moment. He was trying to brainstorm all the people present (except Cyril). A man in a white vest , with a cigarette in his mouth, the man with messy hair rushed out from nowhere, "Fight, fight! What are you fighting for! Go to the training ground with me if you have the ability! You are like a soft-footed chicken during training, but now you are still in the cafeteria fight!"

The three metal-colored claws protruding from his hand penetrated the deep ice layer in one fell swoop, pouring down ice slag on the ground.

Cyril was amazed when he saw it, he also wanted such a powerful metal claw!

The Iceman and Fireman who were fighting suddenly looked like chickens who fell into the water. They quickly put away their energy and did not dare to speak, and the children also fled in all directions.

Charles forced a smile, "It's not like this usually, our college is very peaceful."

"boom--"

There was a loud bang from a nearby room, and a puff of smoke came out as a blue beast ran out. "Ho—dammit! Experiment failed again!"

Cyril suddenly had a high evaluation of Xavier Academy's "safety" factor.

Charles "..." What's the matter with the sudden pain in the face?

In the end, he didn’t have a meal. Cyril and Charles found a quiet place with plenty of water to train his ability. Cyril struggled for a long time, his head was so big that he was still at a loss, although he felt that he did see water molecules , but where is it so easy to separate them, easier said than done.

Charles reassured, "Don't worry, training ability is a step-by-step thing, and it can't be successful all at once."

Cyril nodded dejectedly. Although he hadn't succeeded all afternoon, it was still exhausting, so he left dejectedly.

Three days later, when Cyril and Charles were training in the office, Kuaiyin suddenly rushed over, "Professor, the tree has been planted!"

Planted?

Just when Cyril suspected that he had heard it wrong, Charles nodded calmly, "Well, go and rest."

"Wait a minute, professor, this tree has been planted, what is the area? How big is the distance between the trees?"

Kuaiyin said, "I don't know how big it is, and the distance is 4 meters. Anyway, we have finished planting that mountain."

Cyril silently dug out the system records, and the place where he planted two thousand square kilometers of trees (02000) on his long-term mission quietly changed to (12000).

Did they plant a square kilometer?

Charles explained, "The mountain is not too high, but it has a large area. There was a forest fire decades ago, and it has been bald, with some grass and shrubs growing, and there are no big trees. The children went to plant trees, the area is about one square kilometer, I don’t know much about these little things.”

Cyrillic"……"

Cyril is going crazy. Do you know that the Forbidden City covers an area of ​​only 72 square meters. You planted 100 million square meters of trees in three days. You have planted the entire Forbidden City with trees!

Also, is Charles too rich? !There are land and tree species, this is too rich, yes, this is all about opening a school for fun...

He doesn't know much about rich people...

Charles continued, "I've seen some areas where the land is deserted. It's time to let the children plant trees in those places. You shouldn't be in a hurry."

Cyril has entered the empty state, "...don't worry...don't worry."

What a mistake he was!If he had known that mutants were so good at planting trees, he would have opened his mouth and added a few zeros behind!

"I don't know why you can grow so fast?" Cyril asked holding his breath.

"Because of Jessica, her ability is very weak, but she is especially good at digging holes. When she punches the ground with her hand, some small holes will appear around her, which is especially suitable for planting small saplings!" Kuaiyin said casually. "There is also Tom, he can soften the land within a certain range, and it is much easier for us to fill the soil, as well as Jack, Johnny, Jin..."

Cyril "... If you have the opportunity, please introduce this kind of talent to me..."

"Well, no problem, Sira, are you okay, why do I think your complexion is a little bad?"

He is not good at all!I said less at the beginning! ! !

Cyril teleported home with an extremely painful state of mind. There was once a shortcut in front of him that could complete the task as soon as possible. He didn't cherish it. When he lost him, he wanted to shoot himself to death.

He also blamed himself for his short-sightedness. He thought that the abilities of mutants were all combat-oriented. After all, the more famous mutants were all good fighters. How could he know that some people's mutant abilities are so practical but so useful? Well, if he had known that one square kilometer was so simple for them, he would have opened his mouth like a lion at that time, and now he really regrets it.

Especially Cyril thought of a question, Syrah had already asked the X-Men to plant a tree, and if Cyril's identity was involved, would it arouse their suspicion? , Is it purely idle spending money to plant trees?

You know, he is just an ordinary coffee shop owner on the surface, and he was not an environmentalist in the past. If he suddenly changed the design, he is not a fool, and he will definitely be suspicious.

"what--"

Cyril was suffering from a headache, and let out a long cry to release the anguish in his heart.

If it doesn't work, let's use Silla's identity to help himself. Is it possible that he really wants to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D.? Would this be seeking skin from a tiger?

In fact, it's not impossible, but to pick a good time, Cyril must stand on the leading side of interests, and can't be led by the nose by SHIELD.

He has thought about it, not to mention where the two thousand square kilometers of tree species come from. The manpower and material resources consumed in it are beyond the ability of an ordinary person to solve it. He may really need to get involved with the government.

What else can he do, maybe he wants to become a national idol, mobilize his little fans to plant trees, stop making trouble.

The author has something to say. Later, when the little fans really urged the government to plant trees, Cyril's face hurts!

The new year is here, I wish my little angels will be merciful in accepting the red envelopes, and they will not be confiscated by their parents. Happy New Year!