[Comprehensive British and American] Liaison Officer Daily

Charles coughed twice, and stopped the group of energetic little guys from commenting on little Frank.He clearly felt the embarrassment and fear of this young man who just had his own thinking consciousness not long ago.

The little mutants stopped their eager discussion, and turned to show their wet dogs and looked at the beautiful principal of Shengshi: Don't let someone come to snatch our world's most beautiful principal again!That Magneto next door is already annoying!

Charles couldn't help laughing, but he quickly became serious: "What are you all doing here? I think it's still class time, and the most important place for you to appear is the classroom."

The little mutants tweeted: "It was Hank who dismissed us!"

"That's right, it's Qin, she..."

"Scott, too..."

They all took the teachers as a cover unceremoniously, and they were very righteous.

Charles raised his eyebrows, and saw the X-Men mixed in with the little mutants who were looking down on the sky but not daring to look at him: "Oh, now the principal disagrees with your teacher's behavior of dismissing class early without permission, and you have to They are fined to work overtime to make up the lessons they just missed before they can leave school."

"Oh……"

"Ugh……"

The mutants who had nothing to gossip left sighed and grimaced and left the onlooker scene. For a while, the pasture, which was too crowded to fit an egg, was empty, which showed the depth of Charles' prestige.

Nunnally, the only one who didn't have to attend class or teach, quickly moved to the side of the beautiful principal and rubbed her hands together: "Charles, let me push the wheelchair for you."

She moved quickly and forcefully squeezed the little Frank who was standing behind Charles, and put her hands on Charles' wheelchair with a shy face.

Charles looked at Nunnally who obviously refused to accept the refusal with a funny look, and said kindly: "I don't seem to have a reason to refuse."

Little Frank looked pitifully at Nunnally who had taken away his job, and shrank his hands back into his sleeves.The iron handcuffs reflected silver light and were very conspicuous in the sunlight, but the only two people in front of them didn't seem to care.

Nunnally pushed Charles forward and asked, "Just now, with that god...uh, did the negotiation with SHIELD go well?"

In fact, she wanted to ask why Charles would bring back the son of the father-son murderer, but she was not very good at being so direct in front of the shy little Frank.

She didn't look at the experience of the father and son murderer from dismemberment to the end, and she didn't know that she had passed this pair of perverted murderers in the laboratory not long ago.In the memory she saw, the crime committed by this little Mr. Frank was not too much to be sentenced to death.

Charles: "Very well. This little Mr. Frank will be supervised by our X Academy from now on."

"...What?" Nunnally put on a black question mark face.

"In fact, this little Mr. Frank was captured by a laboratory for some experiments not long ago, and now he has been transformed into a mutant. Director Fury considered that his previous crimes were not due to his ability to think independently. He committed the crime under the circumstances, so he applied for a death reprieve, temporarily handed over to me for some guidance, and then..." Charles remained silent, and did not continue to say the content after "then".

Nunnally recalled the black widow Natasha Romanova, a female agent belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D., whom she glimpsed when she made a brief semi-prophecy for Tony.Her predecessor was a spy trained by the killer organization, but was finally recruited by SHIELD.

Nunnally couldn't figure out the meaning of S.H.I.E.L.D. Are they planning to recruit this little Frank?

Little Frank rubbed his fingers together awkwardly.His body and face reshaped by the potion are not even worse than Captain America. His slightly shy appearance at this time can easily make people recall that he was just a baby with a mind like a baby, but was used by his biological father as a revenge tool since he was a child. Misadventures of training.

Charles changed the subject calmly: "Nuna Li, maybe you would like to go faster. The black tea provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe you would like to drink a cup of tea with me?" He smiled and blinked his deep and beautiful blue eyes like the sea.

Nunnally obeyed obediently and quickened her pace.Concentrating on the race, she accidentally received a telepathic message from Charles: "This little Mr. Frank is dying. The S.H.I.E.L.D. inspection for him showed that his physical functions were maintained in a surprisingly active state, but this At the cost of burning his own life."

Nunnally opened her eyes wide: "But I thought this should be his mutant ability?"

Charles: "No, this peak body function is just the effect of medicine, and his mutant ability has other things."

Nunnally: "What is it?"

Charles paused and said, "Lucky."

Nunnally stumbled suddenly. Is there such a superpower as luck in this world? ! exm?

"Aren't you joking?" Nunnally deeply wondered if this was another black-bellied fool of Boss Charles, "I don't think he was hit by a car accident not long after he was born and became mentally retarded, and his father treated him as a How lucky is the experience of cultivating murder tools."

Charles let out a helpless, long sigh: "You always make me doubt whether you have taken the class seriously before." He reminded Nunnally, "Do you remember? I think Hank It should have been explained in the physiology class that mutants often awaken their abilities after adulthood. Mr. Frank Jr.’s ability awakened for the first time when he was 15 years old..." Charles vaguely passed the slightly bloody rhetoric.Obviously, dismemberment is not a topic worth talking about in Charles' view.

Nunnally suddenly realized: "No wonder they haven't been caught!"

Charles affirmed Nunnally's words: "Yes... In fact, if Mr. Frank Jr. had his own thinking ability and realized that this was not what he wanted to do, then his lucky ability would create some accidents to help him stop it. This matter. It's a pity that he was just old Frank's puppet at the time, without his own consciousness, so his luck can only be used to ensure that everything goes well and not to be caught."

Nunnally finally understood what Charles meant: "Isn't this ability very dangerous? If he wants the world to be destroyed, will he be lucky enough to have a meteorite fly to hit the earth?"

Charles smiled: "No, I don't think his ability is that powerful yet. But it is threatening enough, so Director Fury hopes that I can help teach him how to use his ability correctly. If it can be effectively Using this ability will make many things much more convenient.”

Nunnally imagined what would happen if Director Fury sent little Frank to deal with the enemy, and couldn't help but keep silent strangely.A villain who falls on the ground or chokes to death in water sounds so unsympathetic that he even wants to laugh out loud as a mockery!

Charles pulled back Nunnally's mind: "But the problem now is that he is dying. And he himself has no desire to survive—this will bring great resistance to treatment."

A person whose ability is lucky, if he has the will to die, then no matter how good the SHIELD has medical means, it will not be able to prevent him from "lucky" leaving according to his own wishes.

Nunnally, who finally pushed Charles to the principal's office, couldn't help turning her head to look at little Frank, who was stalking behind the two of them for a long time. The other party's smoky blue eyes, which had been quietly looking at her curiously, suddenly glanced at him in a panic. On the other side, the handsome face made the whole person very shy and harmless.

Nunnally trembled sourly: After seeing the horrific memories of the other party's dismemberment of the body, looking at his innocent appearance, it feels terrible.

——But the appearance is so good that I have nothing to say!

Little Frank, who was tall and tall, began to rub the corner of his clothes awkwardly.

Charles cast a disapproving look at Nunnally, signaling the little girl to stop staring at her face.

Little Frank rubbed his poor clothes again: "Hello? My name is Hope Frank." He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to shake hands with Nunnally, but was blocked by the cold handcuffs action.

That look was so pathetic that Nunnally could hardly bear to be depressed: "Hi, my name is Nunnally Boshman. Hey, hello, Mr. Frank." She tried to cheer up and looked A little low on little Frank's spirits.

Little Frank's drooping face immediately put on an obvious happy smile: "Hello, Miss Boshman."

This seemed to be the first time he had introduced his name normally, so little Frank seemed a little excited.A pair of smoky blue eyes were shining, staring at Nunnally for a long time, and said according to the routine in memory: "I, can we be friends?"

Nunnally: ...

Brother er, don't you think this progress is a bit fast?

Nunnally hesitated.To be honest, the picture of Little Frank's dismemberment maniac was still engraved in her memory, always scurrying out to find a sense of existence while sleeping. If she really agreed without hesitation, she would be lying.Her hesitation was thinking about whether she could really treat little Frank as a normal friend without any grievances after she agreed.

Little Frank flinched, still persistently looking at Nunnally with expectant eyes, waiting for an answer.

Nunnally opened and closed her mouth for a long time, but finally succumbed to little Frank's pitiful eyes.She glanced at Charles' expression full of encouragement, nodded and said, "I think, yes."

Little Frank blushed with joy.He hesitated a few times, and finally made a clumsy gesture of his heart to Nunnally with both hands.

Nunnally: "..."

What script is this?What is this unfolding?How should I reply?

Why is my social retardation overshadowing my quick-witted little head again!