Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

New York, Westchester.

It was winter, and the hands of the clock had only reached five, and the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the vast forest was enveloped in the boundless night.The castle is the only source of light in this suburb.Warm light shines from the study, dormitories and classrooms, and the brightest is the kitchen, where the lights are bright and the smell of onion rings and barbecue slices is everywhere.

Young people sat around the table in twos and threes to gossip, or to use their favorite language, "exchange information".Several girls about fifteen or sixteen years old gathered together to dance happily, laughing from time to time.Opposite them sat two teenagers who were arm-wrestling. One arm had a bone spur, and the other had an arm twice the size of a normal person.At least seven or eight people gathered around to cheer, shoving each other, and nearly knocking a bar stool over the side of the refrigerator—Bobby Drake jumped back for it.

The room was too noisy, and he couldn't hear what the tables near the door were talking about, but he could see everyone looking out the door, wishing to hang their eyes into the hall.He didn't wait too long, and the whispers quickly spread from one end of the room to the other, like setting a fire in a beehive, all of a sudden everyone was commotion, grabbing all kinds of food and rushing towards the door.

Bobby and a few students went out with the crowd, and finally figured out what happened—a student with super hearing heard from the staff that there were guests coming tonight, and Professor X, who was planning to go out, was So stay in the school.

"Maybe it's a big shot." Pietro said mysteriously.

"Must be special." John shrugged.

The three passed through the crowded student room and saw Scott Summers coming down the stairs.He wore a black single goggle, and a stylish black leather armor, and the wide-brimmed strips on his trousers were shining brightly in the sun.Scott was a tall, handsome young man, and the girls were always discussing his more than sculptural jawline and shoulders and arms, while the boys secretly imitated his light and flat preaching tone.

Like now.

Pack up your things, Kuaiyin twisted his face and mouthed.The crowd burst into laughter.

"Pack up your things," Scott said, sure enough, "what are you laughing at? Have you finished your homework in tactics class? John, put away your lighter... Pietro, drop your Pick up the lettuce on the ground... Go back to your room, there is nothing exciting to see here..."

It's a cliché, Bobby curled his lips.He couldn't remember the details of the first time he met Scott. The only thing he remembered was that they had a big fight and blew up everything in the prison. Scott at that time was not as serious as the "Mr. Summers" now.

John, who was standing next to him, didn't think about it that much, he just heard him clear his throat, and was about to ask directly what kind of guests were coming to the school today, when he was cut off by the noise of the crowd.

Someone was screaming at the entrance.

"I saw it!" someone shouted, "I saw it!"

"What did you see?" Pietro pushed aside a few shoulders and looked out. After a moment, he was slightly stunned, and poked the person next to him with an excited look on his face, "Sean! Sean! It's you who hung up." Photos in the bedroom!"

Sean: "..."

The poor siren blushed, and Pietro almost suspected that he would use the game skill "Howl of the Banshee" in the next second to silence all the insiders present, together with the professor.He swallowed a few words of ridicule, turned to Bobby beside him, and immediately noticed that Bobby's expression was also very strange.He followed Bobby's line of sight, and saw the actress in the pictorial walk in neatly.

Apart from being pretty, there seems to be no surprises.

Only Poppy knew what he saw.

The crisis awareness of an omega-level mutant is far sharper than that of normal people. He felt a kind of discomfort before the visitor came in, and the moment his eyes met, his hair stood on end.Words can hardly describe what he saw at this moment. It was the feeling of a primitive man sitting by the fire when he faced the darkness, and it was the fear of a man with a spear when he faced a giant beast.

It is a dark green hell.

Bobby couldn't help holding his breath, and didn't wake up until he was called by a familiar voice.

You Green was in a trance for a moment, and the feeling of being stared at by the beast disappeared.She blinked again, and everything disappeared, as if what was just now was just an illusion.

All the students present turned their heads. On the stairs, the blue beast pushed the wheelchair from the second floor to the first floor, and put the vehicle on the ground with a gentleness that was completely opposite to its body shape. "Thank you, Hank." Professor X said gently.

He maneuvered his wheelchair through the crowd like Moses parting the sea, and the students chattered around him, the younger ones exchanged glances, and the older ones tried to keep their composure, as if calling him "Charles" It is the proof of becoming an adult.

In this kind of siege, Professor X said: "I must ask you all to do your own thing, children." He raised his hand slightly, and the students who heard this request look at me, I look at you, zero Sporadic to other rooms.Bobby walked last, and looked into those eyes again before leaving, but he saw nothing that made him uncomfortable.

The person who came—Jennifer, followed the greeter to the principal's room.

"Please, Ms. Davies, those children are very excited to see you." Professor X said, "Hank, trouble - yes, that chair. Although I don't feel it, all the people who came The students in the principal's office have told me how amazingly comfortable these chairs are. Sit down, would you like a drink?"

"Jennifer," Jennifer said.

"Jennifer," Professor X politely changed the address.Hank put some treats on the table and left the room with Scott.A few seconds after the office fell silent, Professor X said: "What kind of help are you here for? You are not a mutant. In fact, I can't perceive your thoughts at all."

Probably it was the internal and external consciousness at work again.

Jennifer expected this. "A... friend recommended you to me. He said that you can hear everyone's voice and have helped him."

"Friend?" Professor X realized, "Yes, I remembered. I noticed Batman when he first appeared in Gotham. Some people regarded him as an urban legend, and others said he was a character A mutant with dark abilities. Although this statement is arrogant, I did confirm his nature at the time."

"nature?"

"Superhero propaganda is not a good thing for mutants." Professor X said bluntly, "Not every mutant's ability is suitable for helping others, and not every mutant is well-trained, no matter Physical or psychological. People dream of Captain America, dream of Superman, and once they have mutant powers they want to put it into practice. It could break the law, hurt other people, or worse, hurt themselves, destroy their psyche.”

What he said was true and noble, but Jennifer could well imagine how annoyed Bruce was at the time.The communication from the night in the jungle came to mind again. At that time, he said that he wanted to talk about this matter, but after listening to the whole process, he just silently gave a business card.Charles Xavier is so revered by the whole world and loved by mutants, even Batman has a trust in him, a rare trust.

Thinking of this, Jennifer clasped her knuckles.

She eventually confessed everything.

Professor x listened carefully from beginning to end. "I can see why you're coming to me. Sounds like a psychic ability, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Jennifer admitted, "This perception has something in common with your ability. I want to get more information from the Heart of Nature, but right now I can't handle the huge amount of information. Can't understand the existence of this multi-threading."

"Overload." Professor X said sympathetically.

"Overload." Jennifer nodded.

Professor X put his hands together on his knees, looked down and up, and turned to the window.He stared at the dark sky, perhaps at the shadowy shapes of the forest, perhaps at something or someone farther away, wondering if he might help.

Finally he said, "You have a choice to make."

"I can make a mind cage for you. It's difficult, but I can try. Once the mind cage is established, your communication with the heart of nature will be cut off, and then you can live like a normal person, putting these supernormal Leave everything behind, even if the world is destroyed, it has nothing to do with you."

"Or, I can show you everything I see. Believe me, psychic abilities will not only bring convenience to people, but also pain...You are hesitating, Jennifer."

"Because I don't know if I can make the right choice," Jennifer admits.

"People never know which choice is right." Professor X said gently, "The only thing we can do is to decide it, realize it, and accept everything it brings."

"I want to know," Jennifer said. "If I'm smart enough, I should accept the prison of my mind now and walk away, pretending that nothing happened, but I can't. I want to know what is going on." The world happens."

"Even if that puts you in constant fear and anxiety?" Professor X smiled sadly.

"I live here." Jennifer replied.

For a moment, Charles Xavier remembered a lot.He looked at the person sitting across from him, then at the photos in the room, and sighed softly.

The heart of nature, what a strange existence, as strange as when he heard the term Xithorn, the ancient evil god, from Wanda.Those gigantic beings sprung up on the earth like mushrooms after a spring rain, arbitrarily choosing their descendants, bursting out with power, leaving behind one cloud after another of fog, one crisis after another.

The world was never just for Avengers or Mutants.

Charles didn't know what kind of troubles he would cause, what kind of monsters he would unleash, he could only see those old friends who had been betrayed and betrayed from the photos, and touch those with good intentions and malicious intentions from his perception. strong presence.He knew they were watching, and he knew night would fall.