When Daize opened his eyes from the bed the next day, it was just dawn.He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and it took him a while to get used to it.

Kurt on the opposite bed hasn't woken up yet. Last night he was excited about becoming roommates with his husband, but he didn't go to sleep until midnight, so now he is sleeping very deeply, but his sleep is not very good. .

It is the posture in which the right arm is bent upward, the left arm is bent downward, and one leg is straightened and the other is bent.

It's like doing Tai Chi.

Dai Ze couldn't help laughing.

He stepped forward and moved back his hand that was exposed outside the quilt, and tucked the corner of his back for him.After washing up, I checked the time, put on my coat and went out.

The air in the early morning was damp and cold, the maple leaves on the maple tree seemed to have fallen off overnight, and the branches were bare.

When he arrived at the air-raid shelter on time, Charles was already there.He was sitting in a wheelchair, lowering his head and writing something.Dai Ze took a closer look, it was probably similar to a lesson plan, and the font was beautiful, just like his person.

After writing the last word, Charles closed the lesson plan and said, "Hank said he wanted to talk to you about the mutated cell division method when he had time. Adaptogens, and he almost couldn't change back to his appearance." After a pause, he said, "I mean, he almost couldn't change back to the real 'beast'."

Dazzle said: "Adaptive agent? That's not difficult. He can even hack into Sharp Technology's local area network."

Charles laughed: "It's like you can formulate an adaptive agent, but you can't even remember the basic geometric theorems."

Dai Ze paused for breathing on his hands, and then awkwardly rubbed his red nose from the cold: "That's pretty embarrassing."

"Honestly, it is."

Dai Ze glanced around: "Where is the teacher you mentioned?"

"He's still on his way. I think before he arrives." Charles lightly grasped the metal bracelet on Daze's wrist, put his fingertips on the button, and pressed lightly.

"Wait--"

"Do you still want to blindfolded and wrap yourself up in class?" Charles chuckled lightly, "No student wants to hide his power from the teacher, even if you have long been separated from the 'student' in every sense." 'This identity."

The metal button undid by itself with a click that clearly echoed in the air-raid shelter.

Just like losing the last layer of protection, he was used to using external force to suppress the supernatural ability, but suddenly lost it, Daize was a little flustered.

"Our initial idea is to let you try to accept your powers first. I know that suddenly having these may not be a good thing for you, so you reject it, and it rejects you. Learn how not to It's important to let your emotions take control of your ability—hey, you can't just take off your bracelet because I didn't ask you to!"

Dai Ze silently looked at Professor Charles, who suddenly floated up with the chair and was still slowly rising, and said helplessly, "I can't control it."

Charles looked at the altitude that was still climbing, and tightened his hand on the wheelchair: "I'm not used to talking to people like this. Are you trying to calm down and think about happy things?"

Dazzle took a deep breath, trying to let go of his mind like he did in Avengers Mansion.When he opened his eyes again, Charles finally stopped rising, but floated in place, slowly bobbing up and down.

Dazzle looked up at the bottom of the wheelchair and the two legs hanging from the sides.

"……How are you?"

Charles rubbed his face to stay calm, cleared his throat, and said, "It's fine, I suppose. I should get used to this. How are you feeling now?"

Since Charles is used to looking at each other during conversations, he has to crane his neck to look at Dazzle, which looks to Dazzle like a wheelchair with legs popping out of nowhere.

Honestly.

It looks kind of funny.

Dai Ze rubbed his face and tried not to let this smile show.He turned his gaze elsewhere, and then slowly felt the strange fluctuation of power filling his body again.

"It feels—no difference."

"Of course it doesn't make a difference. When you just sit with it normally, it's like you see with your eyes and hear with your ears. It's part of your body."

Saying so, Charles slowly floated from the left to the right above the air-raid shelter. As he said, he was really used to this, and even pushed the alloy wall with his hand when he was about to hit the edge, and then he fell again because of inertia. Float back slowly.

Professor Charles showed a look of "this seems to be quite interesting".

The closed door was pushed open at this moment, and footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.Dai Ze looked towards the door, and then he saw a man in a purple turtleneck walking in with a calm step. He spread his right hand with five fingers spread out, and there were three round and smooth metal stones floating on his palm. The balls are spinning around each other.

Eric glanced at Dazzle quickly and then looked away, looking at his old friend who was pushing himself around on the roof, and saw the excited expression on his face when he was about to reach out to pull him back to the ground .

Eric was silent for a while.

...Forget it, as long as he is happy.

Eric Lanshere.

A powerful mutant who can control the Earth's magnetic field. He created the Brotherhood of Mutants because he hated the endless attack of humans on mutants. He and Charles are old friends who have known each other for many years, but they run counter to him because of their different ideas.If Dazzle remembers correctly——

He seems to have seen the news of the breakup between Magneto and Professor Charles on the entertainment news not long ago?Although he was curious about who wrote the entertainment report.

Charles pushed the wall and turned himself to face the two people below. This feeling of being superior seemed quite novel to him. He smiled and said to the two: "Daize, this is Eric. Rick, this is Dazzle."

Dai Ze said with some difficulty: "This is the... teacher you mentioned?"

Eric glanced at Dazzle: "What?"

"No, I mean it's a little sudden, a little..." Dazzle racked his brains to think of a more suitable adjective, "Flattered?"

Not necessarily being favored, but it is indeed astonishing.

Because as far as Dazzle understands, Magneto in his impression is extremely hating of humans, if not because his goal and development direction is only to revitalize mutants, and this has nothing to do with anti-humanity and may even have a negative impact on his unfinished business Influenced, the war between mutants and ordinary people has broken out countless times.

And now—it turned out that he was the one who taught him how to control the ability?

To be fair, Dazzle may not even be as good as a toddler in this regard right now, which makes things look like a college teacher teaching a baby to talk.

"Did you misunderstand your abilities?" Charles said, "I have said since yesterday that your abilities are very powerful, and they are very similar to Eric. Ever since I heard that Manhattan released a power that can control gravity And the mutants in the gravitational field, he has always been curious about this, and he even brought me the news about you."

"Besides, he won't charge you for tuition. We made a bet yesterday, and he lost in a chess game, so I want to teach you how to control abilities. It's as simple as that."

Magneto said he didn't want to say a word.

He took back the steel ball in his hand and looked at Daize: "How do you want to learn?"

Dai Ze: "...does this still have to be chosen?"

"One of the shortcuts to quickly master the use of abilities through emotional control."

Charles nodded at the side: "Yes, you must know that no matter how you look at it, the ability is your own ability, and you have to learn to control it instead of letting it control you in turn."

Eric said: "Intelligence can control and refine the ability, so that you can use it more easily, but that requires a long and trivial practice. Before that, I need to see the strength of your ability."

Charles: "Yes, that's what we came to after discussing it too. All you have to do now is subconsciously accept the fact that you're a mutant. Close your eyes and imagine it's another part of you that's alive , it's friendly, imagine it could-"

Eric: "Think about how your parents died."

Charles: "...wait, what?"

So after closing his eyes, Daize, who completely let his thoughts be guided by external thoughts, returned to that place at that moment.

The soul seemed to be pulled by two forces, one part was quietly watching his parents being cremated in the quiet morgue, and the other part was facing the corpse that had turned into a pool of flesh and blood in the dark basement.

At that moment, there was a violent storm.

Everything seemed to be out of control, a huge pressure shrouded it, making people breathless, the surrounding lights flickered on and off, and then completely shattered.The fragments quickly floated to the young black-haired man along a strange track, circling around him, wrapping him, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. There was no wind, but a huge storm visible to the naked eye was produced in another form.

As for Eric, he was in the center of the storm, slowly revealing an expression that looked a little scary, but indeed represented surprise.

He looked at Charles with excitement in his eyes.

"He's strong, Charles."

Charles yelled: "I'm going to let you instruct the students, I'm really out of my mind!"

"Daize, calm down and think about other things!"

"There must be other good things in your life, think about those, don't listen to that bastard Eric talking nonsense!"

However, these reminders did not work.

The invisible gravitational storm became more and more fierce. Charles clearly heard the sound of the iron sheet being slowly peeled off the metal wall, the sound of the metal floor shattering, and even the sound of the entire air-raid shelter gradually breaking away from the center of the earth and about to rise from the ground.

He swears shit—the first time he's done that since reorganizing Xavier Academy.

He had no choice but to press his fingers to his temples, and the vast pressure of thinking broke through all obstacles and shackles to reach the deepest part of the storm.He quickly searched for everything that could make him return to his original state in Dazzle's brain, which was about to be completely controlled by supernatural powers and whose thinking ability was fragmented.

After a few seconds, he lowered his fingers from his temples.

Then he took a breath, and with all his strength, activated all the resonances in his voice, and let out almost the hoarseest cry in his life.

"You also have a nephew—!"

"That man's name is Tony Stark!"

The next moment, the storm stopped suddenly.

Daze stood in the ruins, looking at Charles blankly.

"what?"

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