[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

There are not many students in the Xavier Gifted Youth School. Apart from high school students, there are five or six children aged [-] or [-]. These children are much simpler than high school students. Four boys, one girl, They get along well and harmoniously, and there is no sign of campus bullying at all. Claire doesn't have to talk about complicated church history in class, but only tells a few stories from the Bible in an easy-to-understand way, and even mentions Merlin legend.

After all the classes of the day are over, it is already afternoon. The high school students have no classes in the afternoon and are walking and chatting in twos and threes in every corner of the school. West Chester in September gets dark late, and the sunshine at four or five in the afternoon is just It's just showing some signs of decline. The sun shines on the roof, on the ivy crawling on the top of the corridor, and on the clean steps in front of the cafeteria.

Claire rubbed the center of her brows, comforting herself to herself that the [-] Nimbus is a very expensive broom, and it is impossible to get bald just by sweeping the ground for two days.

At the end of the day, the entire Xavier School students got to know this new theology teacher. She had just walked into the corridor, and she had already received greetings from several students. She responded with a smile. Hank in the white coat, Hank should have just come out of the chemistry lab, with messy hair, holding a sealed test tube in his hand.

He saw Claire from a long distance, and when he got to Claire's side, he asked her with concern, "How did you feel on the first day of class?"

"Very good." Claire said, paused, and looked around. There were only two girls sitting under a tree not far away, listening to music. She moved closer to Hank and whispered, " Did you know that school bullying exists among students?"

"Campus bullying?" Hank froze for a moment, his expression immediately became tense, "Did these students do anything to you?"

Seeing his reaction, Claire was also taken aback for a moment: "What? Will Pietro bully the teacher in addition to bullying his classmates?"

"Pietro?" Hank frowned, recalled Claire's words, and shook his head again and again, "No, no, no, the students here get along very well, and there is no bullying." He thought again After thinking about it, he continued, "If the students do something to you, you must tell me."

Claire was confused by Hank's words. Although these students were naughty, they seemed to be unstable bombs in Hank's hands.

They are all cute and harmless Muggle students!

She glanced at Hank's bare arm, and remembered how Hank helped her cover the wine bottle in the morning, so she said, "Is your hand okay, do you need me to take a look?"

Hank immediately shook his head faster than before: "No, no, no, I'm fine, I'm going to deliver medicine to Charles, thank you Claire for your concern." After he finished speaking, he didn't let Claire step up to check on him Chance, who had a wound on his arm, carried the sealed test tube and ran up the corridor with long legs.

Claire watched his back disappear around the corner, turned around with a confused face, looked at the huge grass in front of the teaching building, and felt that something was wrong with this school, whether it was a student or a teacher.

No matter what they say, they run wildly.

She walked out of the school gate with doubts, and then walked to the nearest station.

Xavier School is located in the outskirts of Westchester Town, about 15 minutes' drive from Aunt Carly's house, and it would take at least an hour to walk.Aunt Carly told her how to go back by bus on the way to send her to class, and explained that the frequency of the bus on this line is very small, only about half an hour, it is very difficult to wait, so she advised her to go to the exam when she has time A driver's license will make it much more convenient to drive to and from get off work in the future.

Clare, who had no confidence in driving Muggle vehicles, laughed dryly at that time.

Even if she can't wait for the bus, she would rather walk. Of course, she can also change shape.

But she didn't expect that she actually waited at the station for half an hour.

The station is not far from Xavier School. It is an inconspicuous wooden shed. The wood of the shed is painted red, and the red brick teaching building of Xavier School, which is separated by a grove, becomes a bright spot in this green mountain forest. There is a long-abandoned newsstand next to the wooden shed, and yellowed newspapers are pasted on the windows.

Claire was bored waiting, so she stood in front of the window of the newsstand, reading the contents of these expired old newspapers like reading a novel.

These newspapers are all dated about two or three years ago. There are anecdotes about celebrities, news about football games, and financial analysis on Wall Street.The latest issue of the newspaper was pasted on the corner of the window, it was a year and a half ago, and the headline was very conspicuous: The killer of mutants!Sentinels of Trask!

Seeing the mutants in the newspaper, Claire was still a little dazed. She shook her head slightly, and when she was about to finish reading the report, there was a sound of a car engine behind her, and then a familiar teenager's voice sounded behind her: "La Mr. Gerfield!"

Claire turned her head and saw a black super long car parked on this country road. , all exude a luxurious atmosphere that is completely different from other cars.

Claire, who reviewed common sense in the Muggle world for a few days through the TV series, recognized that it was a stretched Lincoln, a super large luxury car, and a Firebolt in the broomstick world.

And the rear window glass of this extended Lincoln is slowly lowering, a blond boy appeared in the window, he looked at Claire with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Mr. The driver will give you a ride."

Claire stared blankly at Warren, whom she had included in the group of underprivileged students who had been bullied in the morning.

Claire sat in the rear seat of Warren's extended Lincoln. The interior space was unmatched by Aunt Carly's Beetle. Warren sat opposite her. In addition to the driver, there was also a thin man in a black suit sitting in the front seat. The old man, Claire's knowledge of TV shows told her that this should be the housekeeper of the Warren family.

Warren put his hands on his knees and looked a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a while before saying, "Mr. Lagerfeld, what is your first impression of our school?"

Claire: "Very good, but..." She looked behind Warren, "School is over, you can take the wings off."

Warren: "..."

Claire looked at Warren's expression of "wanting to say something but can't say anything", sighed, and said earnestly: "Warren, I know what you want to say, you need to be braver, face Violence from classmates, especially Pietro, you have to be brave and say no, you can come to me anytime you need it in the future, and I will do my best to help you."

Warren: "???"

At this time, the butler sitting in the front seat turned his head and asked strangely: "Master, have you encountered any difficulties in school?" Handed the comb to Warren, "So, I only brought the comb here today and forgot the essence."

Claire: "???"

Does this teenage Warren still really care about his hair?

And Warren looked at the butler, then at Claire, and he didn't go to pick up the comb for a long time. The butler helped the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked a little strangely: "What's the matter, master? Why don't you pick up the comb?" ?Didn’t you always treat your wings with serum after school and then tidy them up?”

Claire: "..."

Warren quickly took the comb from the butler, and said with a dry smile to Claire, "The wings are expensive, so they need frequent care!"

When the butler wanted to say something more, Warren immediately said with a stiff smile, "Uncle Burke, please call my father and tell me that I will take the teacher home. I will be home late today."

The butler nodded, turned around, took out a mobile phone from the other pocket, and started calling.

Claire, on the other hand, looked at Warren with complicated eyes, then at the wooden comb in his hand, and the essence that he forgot to be taken out by the housekeeper appeared in his mind.

The three merged to become a "Secret of Louis XIII" male model with silky hair, sexy boxers and gorgeous wings.

She shook her head, coughed twice, and pretended to look out of the car window with embarrassment, only to find that there was a dark brown film on the car window. In the evening, the scenery outside the car window was already unclear.

The super large limousine is also a bit bad, and the color of the film is too dark.

awkward.

And Warren didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, but moved his upper body closer to her: "Teacher, I haven't encountered school violence."

Claire nodded and smiled.

"Everyone in Xavier School, regardless of teachers and students, is very united, although the principal is now..." Warren paused, and then said, "We are very happy that you joined Xavier."

Claire nodded with a smile.

"Teacher, you may have misunderstood Pietro. Although he is sometimes naughty, he is actually not evil."

Claire thought of Nimbus Erqian who was crying bitterly, and her smile gradually disappeared.

No, there is no misunderstanding.

When Claire returned to Aunt Carly's house in the Warren family's car, it was already the first lights, and there were no pedestrians on the whole road. I could only see a large family enjoying dinner in the dining room of the house from the windows of each house.

After a day of teaching and returning home, Claire was already hungry. She took out the key and opened the door. She thought she would see Aunt Carly in an apron standing behind a sumptuous dinner table, but what she saw was more thorough than outside the house. of darkness.

She froze for a moment, reached out and touched the switch of the living room at the gate, and just pressed it, she saw Aunt Carly sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed, her legs crossed, with a deep expression on her face, and on the coffee table directly opposite her, Put a mobile phone.

"It's been half a month." Aunt Carly said in a deep voice, "Bruce hasn't come home or called for half a month."

Claire blinked: "Oh."

"It's too much!" Aunt Carly lowered her legs and slapped the coffee table. "When the hurricane hit New York, she said she was busy, but now she hangs up on me!"

Claire flinched back.

"Claire, we're going to New York this week!" Aunt Carly said through gritted teeth. "Does he even know he's sick?"