What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

(transferred to third person from this chapter)

Hank felt that the professor asked him to pick up a strange child. Since he hugged and said goodbye to his good-tempered brother, he has not said a word, just lying on the back seat to himself Close your eyes and rest.

"Be careful not to roll off!"

The well-intentioned reminder didn't get a response, which made Hank a little frustrated, but it seemed understandable when he remembered that the brother who doted on his younger brother said that the child had suffered from insomnia for several days.

But since this kid is not a mutant, why did the professor ask me to pick him up?Does the college have a plan to expand its enrollment?

This question entangled Hank all the way, until the car drove into the school gate, and a big tree fell in front of him with the flames.

Hank was taken aback, then rolled down the car window and looked out, shouting, "Who did it?"

There was a sound of footsteps in the bushes, and finally a young boy with red quartz eyes came out and bowed with a flushed face: "I'm sorry, Professor Hank, I couldn't control my ability well..."

What else can Professor Hanke say, who is exhausted by these students with special abilities every day?He shook his head: "Scott, I don't know which tree is the professor's favorite tree, but next time, don't let it fall in the middle of the road, please?"

"Sorry Professor! I'll just take it away!"

Scott immediately took off his glasses with a positive attitude, and aimed at the big tree that fell in the middle of the road—boom!

Hank: "..."

Allen, who was not asleep: "..."

Passing through the road opened by Cyclops, Allen saw the beautiful manor through the car window. It is said that this is the private property of Professor Xavier. A school for mutant children accepted by humans.

Worse than Harry Osborne's house.

(“Welcome to Academy X, Alan Parker.”)

Although he knew that Professor X was speaking in his mind, Allen was still slightly taken aback, and then replied in his mind: This place seems to be very lively, Professor.

(“It’s a good thing the kids are active.”)

Allen was talking to Professor X in his head, and led by Hank through the school to the professor's office. Along the way, he saw many students who were reading or playing around. The students in Chengcheng High School are no different. Occasionally, you will see a few children who are different in appearance, reminding Allen that this is a mutant academy.

"Professor, Alan is here." When Hank faced Professor X, his shy temperament immediately put away, and Alan could feel his complete loyalty and trust in the professor.

But the famous Professor X in front of him is just—a young bald man?

"Alan, I hope this is not your final judgment on me."

Seeing Professor X's helpless smiling face, Allen suddenly remembered that this was a mind reader.

"Let's sit down and have a cup of tea first." Professor X smiled broadly, and then said to Hank, "That tree is my twelfth favorite, tell Scott."

Hank agreed with a smile, then exited the room wisely and closed the door.

Alan was sitting on the sofa next to the professor. He had no interest in black tea, but the desserts here seemed to be good, so he picked a piece of matcha cake and ate it.

Professor X was not in a hurry to talk to him, he just picked up the teacup and observed this strange child carefully.

About two years ago, he suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force appearing in New York, but he did not find this person in the subsequent super brain search. He once suspected this very powerful mutant, so he never gave up. He paid more and more attention to people with psychic abilities, but found nothing.

Didn't realize it wasn't a mutant.

Professor X watched Allen finish eating a piece of cake, then felt choked up, poured a cup of tea unwillingly and drank it down.

It wasn't until a few months ago that Professor X captured this psychic again, and realized that he was not a mutant, and seemed to have weakened a lot. As for more information, the professor didn't know—the other party's psychic detection There is a natural resistance.

"Alan, when did you find out I was watching you?" the professor asked after seeing Alan put down his teacup and was ready to start talking.

"Not long, just recently." Allen pointed to his head, "I have a bad headache recently, and you are trying to comfort me."

Professor X's blue eyes were full of concern: "That kind of extreme pain shouldn't be something a child should have."

Allen grinned: "Professor, I am not a child anymore. Although not all of them, I have inherited some of Ouroboros' memories."

"The Time Mage...he is indeed a legendary figure."

"He is indeed an old pervert." Allen curled his lips. "He didn't even commit suicide to be clean, and he threw garbage into every corner of the universe."

"Alan, you are very resistant to Master Ulo's ability. I have seen this tendency in many children." Professor X looked at Alan, "But they are not as complicated as you, you can tell me ?"

The young professor seems to have a natural persuasiveness—maybe it has something to do with his ability, Alan thought so, but he still spoke after taking a deep breath: "Professor, my ability—or Ouroboros The ability doesn't make any sense, I'm always too late, I always take a step back, and then watch people die in front of me... I don't want to be a hero, who said that you should be a hero if you have the ability? I just want to save the One or two people... But time is always playing tricks on me...Professor, I never chose to be a controller of time, did I?"

"Sorry, would you allow me?" Professor X smiled and gestured with his hand.

"Please." Allen nodded, and then opened his brain.

The night when the lights came on...gunshots...the cold prison of time...a nightmare...with great power comes great responsibility...venom...a boy who disintegrates himself...

"Huh..." The professor broke free from Allen's memory, and was speechless for a moment to the boy's calm gray-blue eyes.

It is indeed a tragedy that the closest family members and best friends die in front of me.

It was Allen who spoke first: "Professor, I have mastered the magic of time, but when it comes to time, all I know is that it cannot be changed and I regret it."

"No, Alan." Professor X shook his head, "You are not always too late, are you? You saved your mother, you prevented her from falling down."

Thinking of that incident, Allen's face turned pale again, if he didn't have time that time...

Professor X probably saw the child's knot in his heart, and he persuaded softly: "Alan, it's not because you have special abilities that you must take on all the responsibilities you can. You failed to stop that bullet , but you saved your mother, and your friend, who was injured through no fault of yours, it was the result of many errors."

But Allen still shut up and bowed his head. The professor read his frustration and depression.

"Alan, what are you afraid of?"

"I... don't..."

"Are you afraid that you are not doing well enough, so you don't want to do it?" The professor's mild blue eyes suddenly became sharp, "You are afraid that your father and your friends will blame you for not avoiding the tragedy, so you hold back. You're afraid of being discovered, so they ask you to take greater responsibility. You don't want to be a hero, not because you can't, but because you're afraid."

Allen opened his mouth several times, but finally closed it.

But the professor is obviously not ready to let him go: "Alan, you have been a timid child since you were a child, but you are also a kind child, that's why you punish yourself with an unavoidable tragedy, and that's why you resist so much." Your own instinct—isn’t it? You have difficulty concentrating, you destroy your own mental power, you have self-destructive tendencies, you would rather choose to be a disabled person than regain your abilities—you are afraid of yourself!”

Alan never raised his head. The professor rolled the wheelchair over and patted the child's thin shoulder: "Alan, do you know that even a hero cannot avoid tragedy."

"I know." Allen showed a bleak smile, "Spider-Man is not a good example."

"It's not just the young hero." The professor said, "Alan, when I was young—of course I'm not very old now—I saw a very powerful mutant, he had outstanding abilities, and he also had an extraordinary mind. , I used to be very good friends with him, but in the end we separated because of various conflicts. Allen, he advocated uniting all mutants to resist human beings. On this road, he not only caused chaos in the world, Tragedy for his teammates, friends. Alan, he put a bullet through my spine."

Allen's eyes widened.

Professor X's tone was very relaxed: "Look, Alan, Magneto is such a person. He has done a lot of wrong things, some people will scold him, and some people will like him, and I still respect him so far. Negate him because he has made mistakes. Alan, you can live here for a while, there are many interesting people here, each of them has a different experience, most of them have taken a little detour You’re not the only one who’s saddened to come here.”

Allen thought for a while and asked, "Professor, you don't charge for accommodation here, do you?"

Professor X smiled: "No, of course, I hope you don't destroy the 13th tree I like again."

Allen laughed too, the first genuine smile he'd had since seeing Nick fall on Third Avenue.

"Also, Alan," Professor X remembered another thing, "You are a good boy, I think you should also notice that it is best not to use your health to punish those who love you."

"Okay, professor." Allen froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Good boy, go find Hank, I've asked him to arrange a dormitory for you."