I plant trees in the superhero world

Cyril was taken aback, and then he saw clearly that the person standing at the door was a young man, tall but very thin, almost out of shape, with a pair of black eyes on his face that looked very big, deep eyes, hidden deep deep gloom.

Cyril felt a chill on the back of his neck, this look is too terrifying.

The man's Adam's apple suddenly moved, and he asked, "Is Dr. Lecter there?" His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Uh... He went out beforehand, let me wait for him here first." Did that man swallow his saliva just now?

The man showed weird smile lines, "Then I'll wait outside for Dr. Lecter."

Cyril watched the man gently close the door with that weird smile line on his face, and the man's eyes were fixed on him, which made Cyril feel horrified.

He definitely does not discriminate against people with poor mental state, but the behavior of that man just now is really terrible, what kind of disease is it?Is it anorexic to be so thin?But it's not like showing that kind of look.

Hannibal came back and analyzed his mental state with Cyril. The treatment was over, and when he was about to leave, Cyril couldn’t help expressing his doubts, “I’m sorry, doctor, I don’t know if it’s convenient Ask, a gentleman came to you just now, he is too thin, is he anorexic?"

Hannibal showed a thoughtful expression, "You mean Samuel, he's not anorexic, he's just too picky eater."

"Picky eaters?" It's too serious to be able to lose weight like this.

"Yeah." Hannibal smiled, "He thinks a lot of food is unclean and he doesn't want to eat it. I'm teaching him how to enrich his diet. He's getting better now."

better?Cyril thought of that gentleman's skinny appearance, how thin he was before, is it better?But out of respect, Cyril didn't ask any more questions, and walked out of the room after saying goodbye to Hannibal.

That Samuel was sitting on the round chair. When he saw Cyril come out, a strange smile appeared on his face again. He stood up and greeted Cyril, "Hello."

"Hello." Cyril responded awkwardly. He actually didn't want to deal with this gentleman, but he had already taken the initiative to speak. He couldn't just ignore him.

Cyril and Samuel passed by, until he reached the elevator entrance, he still felt a feeling of being stared at, he stopped slowly, looked back, Samuel was still standing there and smiled at him .

Cyril felt that his heart was already in his throat. He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged and slowly turned his head back. After all, it was because he was too picky about food that affected his mental state. It doesn't matter.

Although thinking so, Cyril still couldn't help whispering "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

"Doctor, I feel hungry."

Hannibal played with the white porcelain teacup in his hand, "You mean the little lamb just now?"

Samuel showed those weird smile lines again, "Yes, he looks fresh."

As time went by, the sun also shone on Hannibal's eyes, and those ice-blue eyes took on a strange color because of the golden sunlight, and his smile touched a small spot on the left side of his face again. Scar, he leaned forward, condescendingly close to Samuel.

His voice was low, with the usual trustworthy feeling of a psychiatrist.

"No, that prey is mine."

"You have awakened a new ability?" Charles looked at Sira with a surprised expression, and was deeply happy for her, "Of course it's very good, congratulations."

Cyril came to the academy with a hidden mentality of showing off. He remembered how he was crushed by Eric, and now he wanted to show off in front of Eric no matter what. Unfortunately, this time he came to the academy, Eric Ke was not there.

"Then what is your new ability?"

Cyril deliberately kept it off: "Professor, I don't want to talk about it now, and I have to wait for Magneto to come."

"Oh?" Could it be Ke Eric's ability?Charles didn't know that Cyril's ability was related to the five elements in China, so he couldn't imagine that his new ability was "gold", but he didn't know too much about it, "Let's wait until Eric comes."

Charles leaned over and poured himself a cup of hot tea. Cyril smiled and said, "Professor, it's almost summer, do you still drink hot tea?"

Charles showed a very stretched smile, "I'm old, and I'm not your young people. I don't like eating ice very much anymore."

Cyril picked up the glass and said with a playful smile, "Professor, pour me a glass too."

Charles picked up the small teapot and poured tea into the small cup in Cyril's hand.

"hiss--"

Suddenly, Cyril felt a sharp pain under his ribs, and the cup in his hand fell, and all of them fell on Charles' lap, and he lay on the sofa with a pale face.

Charles quickly put it on the cup, patted the hot tea off his lap, pushed the wheelchair closer to Cyril and asked, "Sira, what's wrong with you?"

Strange to say, the pain came and went quickly, and Cyril didn't feel it after lying down, as if the sharp pain just now was his illusion.He propped himself up and sat up, "I don't know what's wrong, it just hurts suddenly."

He put his hands under his ribs, thinking about the pain just now.

Seeing that Cyril seemed to be fine, Charles said with a smile, "Just now I thought I scalded you when I poured the tea, but I was still thinking, the water is not very hot anymore."

Cyril looked at Charles faintly, is he a person who touches porcelain?

But at this moment, he also noticed that Charles's trousers were basically wet. He was wearing light-colored trousers with traces of black tea on them. Cyril smiled sheepishly, "Professor, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to , making your pants all wet, those who didn’t know would think…”

"Why?" I always felt that what this girl was about to say was not good.

"Just in case you think you're such an adult and pee your pants." After finishing speaking, Cyril hurried to the side to avoid being retaliated by Charles.

Although the good-tempered Charles didn't care, he still couldn't help but give Cyril a sideways glance, "Okay, bring me some paper towels to wipe my pants."

Cyril took out some papers and gave them to Charles. He still subconsciously felt that he was a man, so he also took out some papers to help Charles wipe his pants. Charles was trying to block Cyril's hand and refuse...

"What are you doing?!"

With a roar, Cyril took off and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahem..." The severe pain in his entire back made Cyril stunned, and he lay on the ground and coughed violently.

Charles stared at Magneto, who was burning with anger, his expression was also ugly, and he looked at Magneto with a serious voice, "Eric, why did you suddenly hit my student!"

After all, Magneto didn't wear a helmet when he came to the academy this time, and he didn't come here specifically to cause trouble. Charles soon saw the picture from Magneto's perspective...

[Sira shyly and timidly (all blushing from laughing just now) helped Charles wipe his thighs, Charles covered Sira's arm with one hand in order to refuse Sira's help to wipe his pants, his eyes were gentle, as if he wanted to Speak tenderly...]

It was only then that Charles realized what Eric saw. Although he and Eric hadn't spoken to each other, the two had been silently flirting with each other. It's no wonder that Eric shot directly after misunderstanding.

Charles sighed, "Eric, you misunderstood, there is nothing between me and Sira, she just pulled some paper towels to help me wipe my pants, and the tea was spilled just now."

Only then did Eric notice the wet pants on Charles' legs, but he said stubbornly, "Even if you are fine, there is something wrong with this Silla's eyes. The way she looks at you is definitely not an ordinary student." That kind of eyes is obviously very complicated , although it may not necessarily be love...but it may also be love!

Eric thought firmly, he couldn't tolerate such an ulterior woman beside Charles!

Suddenly a sharp white light quickly rolled towards Eric, Eric dodged flexibly and looked at Cyril.Cyril was holding a long sword, and a phantom of a white tiger appeared behind him, his hair was calm and automatic, and he was not angry and majestic.

Magneto actually used a sword, isn't this playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong?

Eric stretched out his hand to try to control Cyril's sword. According to his vision, the sword should fly straight to the wall and be inserted into it. Eric exerted force in his hand——

The sword in Cyril's hand did not move at all.

Eric "..."

Charles reading Eric's mental activity "..."

Isn't this sword made of metal?Isn't this sword magnetic?How could it be out of Eric's control? !

If Cyril hadn't just been knocked to the ground by Eric, he would have been laughing wildly. Finally, there is metal that Magneto can't control, and he will be called Scrap King from now on!It's a pity that because of his anger, he has no mood to joke at all. Now he wants to have a good fight with Eric.

Although Charles couldn't read Cyril's mind, he could also see how ugly Cyril's expression was, and hurriedly explained, "Eric just misunderstood, and Sila, please don't get angry and calm down first."

Cyril sneered, "He can hit me if he misunderstood? Sorry, I'm deaf, I didn't hear what you said just now, Professor!"

A sword stabbed steadily towards Eric.

Charles watched the two fight, and his office quickly became a mess. Charles laughed angrily, and pushed the wheelchair out of the office by himself.

The two people who were fighting were not aware of Charles' departure at all. Although they all knew that they should not kill them, they still couldn't help but teach the person in front of them a lesson.

Cyril wins in his ability to beat Eric, Eric can control metal, he can also, but not as proficient as Eric, although the control is not as good as Eric for the time being, but every time Eric controls the metal When close to him, he could be controlled by Cyril's backhand and then discarded.

Eric has rich experience in combat. Although his ability is restrained by Cyril, he can dodge Cyril's sword energy. Cyril wants to fight from a distance, but he can close the distance. He distanced himself again.

The two entangled for a long time, during which Cyril added a shield for himself from time to time, and did not hurt each other except that they were both tired.

Cyril pulled out the long whip with his backhand, and a green dragon swept towards Eric. Eric didn't watch out for Cyril's sudden change of weapon, and was hit by the green dragon against the wall.

The opportunity is coming!

parasitic--

Winding——

Eric was soon entangled into a rice dumpling, he hooked his little finger, and a piece of metal flew towards the vines on his body to cut - can't cut it? !

Seeing Eric's appearance, Cyril finally smiled in relief, "Even the Chitauri can't break free from my shackles, do you think you can cut my vines with just a small knife?"

Eric snorted coldly, and turned his head away from the proud woman in front of him, who was still a suspected love rival.Although he didn't think this woman could have any influence on Charles, he felt uncomfortable as long as she was around Charles.

Cyril quickly realized why Eric had the reaction just now. He was obviously jealous. Unexpectedly, just after he recognized a biological father, someone wanted to compete for the job as a "stepmother", and he was still the scrap iron king .

"Actually, I have a pure teacher-student relationship with Charles, and I have absolutely no other thoughts."

Wan Magnet hummed, "What is the matter with me." Hahahahahahaha is okay -no, what if this woman lie to me?

"But I was bullied by you just now, and I'm not happy. I decided to try my best to cause trouble for you, and try my best to make it difficult for you and Charles to be together." Cyril rubbed his chin with a malicious smile on his face.

"Who do you think you are?" Eric's eyes turned cold, and the murderous aura of years of fighting emerged from him again.

Cyril's smile grew brighter.

Passive - imposing.

Eric was so blown by the wind that he didn't know where he couldn't open his eyes, and his facial features were wrinkled.

"Don't worry, I can't do it, someone can do it." Cyril lowered his voice, imitating the tone of those classic villains and whispering beside Eric.

Silla can't do anything, Cyril came to add some trouble to Magneto, can he be so arrogant?

Cyril didn't intend to stop Charles from saying that "the most beautiful thing is the red sunset", but he made trouble and added some trouble to Magneto. I believe the old father would not have any objections.

"Finished?" Suddenly, Charles appeared at the door and said flatly. The office was in a mess, and the office with waste paper flying around did not affect him at all.

Cyril quickly stood at attention, "It's over!" Then he looked at the scraps of paper under his feet, and said, "Professor, I'm sorry~"

Charles threw in two brooms and "cleaned up," he said, and left.

Cyril just saw a kind of calmness from his back, probably he is used to people in the academy tearing down houses...

Cyril looked condescendingly at Eric who was tied up in a ball again, "I would like to accept the bet. If you lose, you will sweep the floor."

It's not that Eric can't afford to lose, he just sweeps the floor.

When Eric was cleaning carefully in the principal's room alone, he suddenly felt something was wrong...

"Who bet with you?! Whoever agreed to lose will sweep the floor!"

Looking up to the sky and screaming, a group of little sparrows on the tree outside the window were startled flying.