I plant trees in the superhero world

Cyril sat in the dining room and ate with everyone. He had been here for a long time, and occasionally practiced with people from the academy, so he was considered a friend.

At this time, he ate some vegetable salad, and wondered, "When I was in the principal's office just now, Magneto broke through the space and entered. Magneto still has such means?" Isn't he a metal player?

Wanda and Pietro looked at each other, is he coming?

Cyclops shook his head. "Of course he wouldn't, but someone in the fraternity would."

"No wonder, but I'm curious. Didn't the outside world say that Magneto and the professor are hostile? Why did he enter the principal's office so casually?" Beware, the professor actually kicked him out and was alone with the Magneto.

Qin laughed, "You don't know yet, the professor and Magneto have been friends for many years." She glanced at the twins who were shrinking their sense of existence, "Besides, Magneto's children are still studying in the academy. Right, Pietro?"

Cyril understood it after a little thought, and was shocked immediately, "You, you...you are the children of Magneto?! But your surnames are different." Magneto's surname is Lanshere, but the twin's surname is Maximov .

Pietro looked at Cyril's shocked look and thought it was funny, "Wanda and I were recognized by Eric later, and we share the surnames of our adoptive parents and adoptive mothers."

Cyril felt that he had eaten a big melon, and it was the kind that was inconvenient to ask in detail, so he nodded to express his understanding, and did not ask further questions.

However, the Internet celebrity snacks he saw Magneto selected that day should all be selected for Pietro and the others.

After dinner, Cyril walked alone in the college, and he was still waiting for the afternoon to go to the principal's office to study.

"What's your name?"

Cyril was suddenly called by someone, and turned his head subconsciously. He didn't expect it to be Magneto, but he was just speaking normally, so he replied, "My name is Sira."

"What's your ability?" Eric's eyes were a little warm, he was always patient when facing mutants, "I remember you were the Blue Dragon Girl in the New York War, and you were with the Avengers. Think of mutants."

Cyril knew that Eric was an extreme racist for mutants, but he estimated that he was about to hit him badly. "I'm not a mutant."

"Aren't you?" There was a sneer at the corner of Eric's mouth, and a little impatience in his eyes, "Yes, Charles is always so kind, and anyone will help."

Cyril didn't want to get along with such an extreme racist, he didn't talk too much, and Eric obviously didn't like him, he didn't like to make trouble for nothing.

When Cyril saw Charles in the principal's office in the afternoon, he couldn't help complaining, "Professor, Magneto is too scary. After knowing that I am not a mutant, his eyes have changed. I wish I would disappear quickly."

Charles laughed, "That's what he is, but he won't do it rashly."

"It's strange to say, professor, you are a dove among mutants, he is a hawk, but he entered your principal's office so casually, are you really not worried that he will do something..." Cyril felt that what he said It seemed a little offensive, but during this period he also knew that Charles had a very good temper, and his smile was always full of holy light, so he said it directly, and he thought Charles would not mind.

Sure enough, his expression remained the same. "Eric and I have been friends for many years. We have known each other since we were young. We have a very good relationship. He is also...a person who has experienced a lot." He did not use the word "poor man" to describe Eric, they don't use such words, "He was hurt by many ordinary people when he was young. In recent years, mutants have become well-known to the public, and some people have accepted them. But back then, mutants were discriminated against. , the existence of harm."

Although Charles didn't go into details, Cyril can also think that Eric has experienced a lot of hardships before he becomes an extreme racist. Forget it, as long as Eric doesn't slaughter ordinary people or do evil things that anger people, He just pretends that this person doesn't exist.

Cyril looked a little surprised when he saw a thick photo album on the table, "Professor, you are flipping through the photo album."

"Well, I want to see photos from when I was young." Today he suddenly found out that he had a son, and for a moment he recalled when he was young, so he dug out the photo album.

Cyril was a little curious, "Professor, can I have a look?"

"Okay, let's see." Charles said with a good temper.

Cyril sat on the sofa with a thick photo album and looked through it. Charles also pushed the wheelchair closer and looked at it with him.

Cyril looked at the photo album, and looked at Charles, who was very kind now, and laughed, "Hahahaha Professor, I didn't expect you to be young and frivolous."

Charles in the photo is very young, with lush black and brown hair, and he is riding a Harley, very high-spirited.

"Everyone has that time. When I was young, I played like crazy." After all, it has passed, and Charles was very calm when he was young, so there is nothing to shy away from.

Gossip ignited in Cyril's heart. If Charles was not his professor, he really wanted to ask, but he still restrained himself. He was still a little timid when he asked about the teacher's gossip.

However, looking at the photo of the young professor and Eric in the photo, it turned out that they were really good friends. At that time, the two big boys laughed happily, and they were really young.

"Professor, who is this?" Cyril pointed curiously at a girl covered in blue in the photo.

Charles had a little nostalgia on his face. "This is Raven, my sister, now in the fraternity."

Why is the sister of the dove representative in the hawk organization?You mutants really know how to play.

Suddenly, Cyril's hand stopped, his eyes fell on a photo, and he was stunned.The photo is a group photo of two people in front of the library of Oxford University. A man and a woman are holding hands and smiling in front of the library. The man is Charles in his 20s, and the woman has black hair and blue eyes. With a face that Cyril is most familiar with.

Isn't this... his mother? !

"Who is your father?" Eric's voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

"Cyril, don't ask me who your father is. I didn't tell him that I was pregnant. I just wanted a child, but I didn't want to get married. Maybe I was selfish and didn't give you a father, but after all you are My son." His mother's plain face also came to his mind.

Cyril thought about his own black hair and blue eyes, and then about Charles' blue eyes. According to the mother's age, wasn't she in college when she was pregnant?Did he know that his mother was British and moved to the United States after graduating from Oxford University...

Charles saw that Cyril hadn't turned the page for a long time, and looked absent-minded. He glanced at the photo album, which was ordinary and nothing special, and he didn't know what he thought of. There was no way, Charles couldn't read Cyril. Desperately, he tried to call out "Sira, Sira, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah..." Cyril returned to his senses, "I just...suddenly have a headache. It may be because I have exhausted a lot of energy today. After all, I just successfully separated the water molecules today. It was too exhausting, so I was distracted for a while."

"Don't force yourself too much in training, otherwise, you can go back and rest."

"Hmm." He might really want to find a place to be quiet.

Cyril felt that he might be thinking too much, he is not a mutant, and besides, the professor might just be one of the mother's boyfriends, not necessarily what really happened. many.

Cyril shook off the random thoughts in his mind, the image of Charles in his heart was still beautiful, and he couldn't connect him with his mother who was too elite.

He was packing up dinner at home. He was busy training some time ago, and all he ate was American food. He ate some French fries, burgers and salads. His Chinese stomach couldn’t stand it. Even before he remembered, he liked to eat Chinese food. I often cook to comfort my stomach.

Stir-fried shredded potatoes, stir-fried small lettuce, and then add twice-cooked pork that is very suitable for rice, this is life!After eating well, he won't be cranky!

"Ding-dong-"

Cyril put down the hand that had just picked up the chopsticks, and he didn't know who came, could it be Steve?

He opened the door and saw a familiar face who had been getting along with him for a long time, and almost blurted out "professor", but fortunately he was too shocked and lost his voice for a moment, so he didn't reveal his truth.

He anxiously asked the system in his heart, "System, system, I won't be read into my mind by the professor." Then wouldn't his identity be guaranteed?

The system seemed to be disconnected, and there was no response.

"Hello." Charles smiled and looked at Cyril with warm eyes. I don't know if it was Cyril's illusion. This look was warmer than when he looked at the children in the academy.

"Uh, hello, you are..." Although the system didn't respond, but looking at Charles' calm appearance, he reckoned that maybe Charles still couldn't read his mind, otherwise Charles must have been very shocked by his identity.

"I'm Charles Xavier, the principal of X College. You may not know me, but I want to talk to you. I'm your... mother's friend." Charles was also very nervous. He has indeed taught many children. But none of them are his own children. Even Charles, who is called the "Holy Father", always has a little partiality in his heart. His children are different after all.

Cyril slowly began to feel a little nervous. Charles' performance and his previous imagination, he felt that he might be a bit out of sorts...

Somewhat distraught, he welcomed Charles into the room, completely ignoring how unreliable it was for him to let a stranger into the room like this.

Charles sighed in his heart, this child was too unsuspecting. At this moment, the cold and bookish air on Cyril's body when he met him for the first time became childish and careless in his eyes. The image in Charles' mind became even more careless, he was too simple.

Cyril looked at the steaming food on the table, Chinese people, how can guests watch while eating, he asked embarrassingly, "Have you eaten? How about some food?"

The aroma of the food entangled Charles' stomach. He was too shocked when he heard the news in the morning, so he didn't go to eat. He checked some information about Cyril himself. After all, this is his own child. He passed Cyril's blood donation record After finding his DNA and doing a paternity test, he came to find Cyril. He hadn't eaten for almost a day, and now, it was a child he had never met who invited him to dinner...

"Thank you."

Charles looked at the white rice in the bowl and the dishes on the table. He didn't expect his child to have such a skill.

Cyril looked at Charles and looked at the food that had not been touched for a long time, "Don't you know how to use chopsticks?"

"No, I will, I just thought, I didn't expect that you can cook." Charles was in a complicated mood. He grew up rich and well-clothed, and he didn't say that he didn't suffer, but he really didn't cook. His own children If he grew up by his side, he probably wouldn't know how to cook.

Cyril is impossible, you will not understand a Chinese stomach.

"You are my mother's friend. I don't know how you found me all of a sudden?" Cyril finally got to the point. He was a little nervous. His imagination was real. Otherwise, it would be too strange for the professor to come to me suddenly right...

Charles took a deep breath, and he was also very nervous. He was not so nervous when Eric assassinated the president. It seems that he hasn't had such big mood swings for many years.

"Cyril, I... am your father..."

Cyril, Cyril can no longer think.

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