[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire never imagined that one day, she would be in a classroom without Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the class would be so difficult. She hurried through a piece of church history and arranged the class just before the bell rang. After class exercises, all the students immediately packed up their books when the class bell rang, and happily chased them out of the classroom.

Claire sighed, closed her textbook, and was about to leave the classroom when she saw a person sitting quietly in the chaotic classroom, like a master meditating in a busy city, which was particularly eye-catching. This person is Pietro, who usually rushes the fastest.

He propped his chin on his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, and stared blankly at the whiteboard, which was far from his usual cheerful and jumping-off appearance. When Warren passed him with a book in his arms, he was also surprised by his state at this time. He stretched out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and then asked, "Your sister refused to answer your call again?"

Pietro knocked off his hand impatiently: "Warren, you mention my sister every day, are you interested in her?"

"If I really say that I'm interested in her, we'll both have to go to the hospital tomorrow." Warren shrugged and walked out of the classroom.

Pietro shook his head, and when he was about to continue to be in a daze, he suddenly saw Claire standing on the podium, frowning at him.

As someone who has been there and has a year of extremely complicated teaching experience, Claire still has a little understanding of the troubles of adolescents. Now that the option of Pietro's sister refusing to answer his calls has been ruled out, the only remaining choice is emotional troubles. And family was troubled.

Although Claire also thinks that she seems to be involved in a very tragic love triangle inexplicably, she feels that she has got rid of the title of innocent old witch anyway, and she can also communicate with young people and solve the problems of adolescent teenagers. annoying.

After all, she was the one who successfully persuaded the student who was riding a broom in mid-air because of emotional injuries.

After all the students had left the classroom, Claire coughed twice and walked to Pietro's seat. After thinking about it, she didn't know how to start, so she felt that it was more important to start with Pietro's somewhat expectant eyes. He asked in the tone of an elderly person: "Seeing that you have been distracted just now, did you understand everything today?"

Pietro: "..."

Claire saw that Pietro's expression changed slightly, and then tried to change his expression, and his tone became much softer: "Did you write down the homework after class, do you need me to repeat it?"

Pietro said with difficulty: "...Mr. Lagerfeld must have something else to say to me?"

Claire breathed a sigh of relief, then sat in the front row of Pietro, looked at him, and said, "Of course, I want to say that at this age, learning is the most important thing, even if it is changing..." She paused , Stop the "mutant" in time, "Even if the family is rich, the importance of learning cannot be ignored. You are the hope of the country. If you want to become a useful person, the future of the country depends on your generation! "

Pietro: "...Does Mr. Lagerfeld have anything else to say?"

"Please don't interrupt me, classmate Maximov." Claire continued, "At your stage, you will indeed encounter many things, such as the girl you like doesn't like you, such as parents quarreling, at this time you will things, and feel that the sky is falling, but when you look back ten years later, you will find that these are not worth mentioning. Why is this, because you are not strong enough now, only by studying hard and making yourself strong can you These little things will be sorted out easily."

Pietro: "...Why is this passage somewhat familiar?"

Claire: "Is there? Do you still feel familiar? I obviously processed it..."

"Oh." Pietro rubbed his forehead, "Isn't this the Chicken Soup for the Soul that the old people went crazy in the circle of friends some time ago?"

Claire: "...You actually discovered it. It seems that my processing was not successful enough."

Pietro was heartbroken: "Mr. Lagerfeld, you are still very young, don't be brainwashed by those chicken soup for the soul."

Claire blinked: "Hey, but I think this article makes sense."

"Then you might as well read the professor's thesis." Pietro paused, and then threw a sentence with a bad face, "Magneto's brainwashing is also better than this."

Claire suddenly heard the names of these two people, and was stunned for a while, the ease when she had just joked with Pietro was replaced by the heaviness of being forced to be involved in a love triangle, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, then sighed, slowly leaned back on the chair back.

Seeing the change in her expression, Pietro froze for a moment and asked, "Mr. Lagerfeld, what happened to you?"

Claire rubbed the center of her brows, then thought for a while, then looked at Pietro frowning slightly, with a concerned look on her face, then thought about it, and said: "If... I mean, if, your life has two There are two choices, one is to grow up with your mother and never know who your real father is, the second is to grow up with your parents, but the relationship between your parents is not very harmonious, and your father is always messing around and hurting other people's feelings , and mother shed tears all day long, you would choose that kind of growth environment."

Pietro deadpanned: "I choose death."

Claire: "..."

Pietro coughed twice, held a pen in his hand, and unconsciously drew some abstract pictures on the draft paper, he said: "...Mr. Lagerfeld, maybe you don't know, I... live in a single-parent family, I There's only my mother and my sister, but the mother who raised me is not my real mother."

Claire froze for a moment and opened her eyes wide.

"I have never met my parents, but my adoptive mother never concealed me, my life experience, and told me who my parents are. If I have the opportunity in the future, I can go to them." Pietro's pen tip A mark was drawn on the draft paper, "I never thought of meeting my parents in the past, but one day, the man who gave birth to me suddenly appeared in front of me. He is no different from a stranger, and the idea of ​​not recognizing my parents for so many years has been shaken the moment I saw him again."

Claire lowered her voice: "So what you have been absent-minded about today is thinking about whether to recognize him?"

"No, I was thinking, my adoptive mother shouldn't tell me that my biological father is his." Pietro smiled, "So, if I have to have only these two choices in my life, I will choose the first one , I would rather never know who the father who left me is, but if possible, I still hope that I can be a child in a normal family who can be with my parents since childhood."

Claire exhaled, nodded, and said, "I see, thank you, classmate Maximov."

"You can call me Pietro." Pietro grinned.

"Alright Pietro." Claire stood up from the chair. She rubbed Pietro's hair and said, "Follow your heart, don't think too much, you are your own master."

Pietro: "...Isn't this another chicken soup for the soul of the elderly in Moments?"

Claire raised her eyebrows: "You see, you know everything, so don't dislike me for adapting Chicken Soup for the Soul."

"I was forced to watch by my mother!" Pietro was in agony. "I didn't expect to be poisoned by the chicken soup of middle-aged and elderly people when I came to school."

After talking with Pietro, Claire felt a little better. She packed up her books and walked out of the classroom slowly. Her high-heeled shoes echoed crisply in the empty corridor of the teaching building. Hearing the sound of metal rubbing above his head suddenly, he looked up and saw the chandelier on the ceiling shaking slightly.

She turned around and saw Eric standing behind her, looking at her with deep blue eyes.

The evening sun slanted into the room from the gate, dragging out a long shadow behind Claire, and Eric stood in the shadow, his face was in the shadow, while the golden sun was shining on him. The shoulders dance lightly. If it weren't for the dust flying slowly in the light, this scene would seem to be still, firmly framed in a picture frame.

Claire looked at him, thought for a while, but still didn't ask him how he and Charles were talking.

After accusing the heartless Eric in that classroom, the class bell rang suddenly. She looked at the two men in the classroom with somewhat surprised expressions, and chose to go to class first and ask when she came back.

Later, while attending class, she was thinking, this matter is always a matter between Eric and Charles, she just had a flirt with Eric once, even if she has a child, it has nothing to do with this matter.

So she chose to go home after class, but she didn't expect Magneto Eric to stop her when she was leaving, and in a very Magneto way.

The two confronted each other across the creaking chandelier until Eric spoke first: "You..."

Claire tilted her head.

"You mentioned Xavier School when you got me out, and I came over," Eric said.

Claire nodded, she did mention taking him back to Xavier School, but she didn't bring him back in time because Eric had an apparition accident and it took some time for him to recover his split body and legs .

"You once said that you were hired to teach in a school in a small town in the United States. I didn't expect it to be here." Eric raised his lips, "You already know that this is a school for mutants, do they know that you are too? ?”

"I don't know yet," Claire said. "I want things to be as manageable as possible, so I never expose them."

Eric paused, and said, "I clearly said that if you go to the world of ordinary people, you won't come back."

"My life now is the life of an ordinary person." Claire looked at him and added, "Except for saving you."

Eric closed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he said, "Claire, come to me." He extended a hand to Claire, "Come with me, and save the other mutant brothers."

Before Claire could answer, another voice answered, "Are you going to take another person from here again?"

Claire turned her head and saw Charles walking slowly towards this side. He had already taken off the crumpled nightgown and changed into a slim suit, but the beard on his face had not been shaved. The young and handsome face, with the messy beard, still looks very depressed.

Charles glanced at Eric, then looked at Claire: "It turned out that you saved Eric, Mr. Lagerfeld."

Claire: "..."

Claire took a deep breath: "Principal, where did you hear that?"

"I heard it from the beginning." Charles smiled at her.

Claire continued to take a deep breath, then said, "So..."

"Yes, thanks to Eric, I know that the new theology teacher at school is a mutant." Charles smiled.

Claire looked at Eric with two words written in her eyes: I hate it!

"I can also hear you talking like old lovers." Charles continued.

It was too late for Claire to condemn Eric with her eyes. She patted her stomach calmly, then looked at Charles, then nodded to Charles, and smiled: "Principal, I'm sorry, but this is an accident , I will not have any impact on the relationship between you and Eric, I will choose to resign, and then go to a place where no one can find, I wish you happiness."

Charles: "???"

Eric: "..."