[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Rather than saying that they already knew each other, it would be better to say that Qin had already got to know Claire first, knew that her name was Claire, and knew that she was pregnant.

Although Charles didn't explain the abilities of this new talented girl, Claire has roughly guessed that she looked at Qin's seat from time to time during the lecture, and when her eyes met, Qin would look away, or simply lower her head .And when class was over, she packed up her books and was about to leave the classroom. Several girls came up to greet her, but she just nodded and ran away as if to escape.

Claire stood at the classroom door and frowned as she watched her leave with her head down and her book in her arms.

At this time, Hank also came out from the chemistry teacher. The white coat on his body still smelled of chemicals. He should have just led the students in the lower grades to do a chemistry experiment. He walked up to Claire and said: "Claire, Charles asks you to go to the principal's office."

As soon as the mysterious principal's office was mentioned, Claire could feel the smell of high-concentration alcohol, and Hank knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, so he just smiled wryly and said, "Uh, Charles has changed. Now, he's not the Charles you saw before."

This is actually true. When Claire met Charles in the morning, he was surprised that his hair was no longer disheveled, and the slightly longer curly hair was fluffy on his head. When he smelled it carefully, he could smell the smell of styling gel; The beard was also shaved off, revealing a handsome and delicate face; the wrinkled nightgown was also taken off, and he was replaced with a close-fitting knitted sweater and a thin suit jacket, revealing a well-shaped shoulder and neckline.

Finally, he matched up with the handsome and smiling young man that Mrs. Johnson was talking about.

Except that he can't walk, everything about the former alcoholic principal is going in a good direction.

Although Claire didn't know what had broken Charles and what had turned him around, it couldn't have been better that the Headmaster was back to normal.

"The first day he came back from New York, he threw away all the bottles in his office, so you can rest assured." Hank explained to Claire on the way, "Charles always regrets giving you a bad one." First impression, he is not such a rude and rude person, but he is drunk and his thinking is not very clear. He just wants to clear up all the noise that hinders him. He also said that he probably throws bottles at each other as soon as they meet He is the only principal."

Claire smiled: "But it didn't hit me. I don't take it too seriously. I hope the principal doesn't mind too much."

This is the truth, she has been studying at Hogwarts for seven years, and every year she can meet the magical Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.Leo Tolstoy said that happy families are all alike, but unhappy families are different in their own way. Claire felt that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts, except for her, were all magical in their own way. Baptized by seven Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, she felt she had seen through the British wizarding education scene.

After all, Charles was throwing a wine bottle, and those Defense Against the Dark Arts professors might be throwing a charizard.

Hank still has class later, so only Claire walked to the door of the principal's office, knocked on the door, and heard the person inside say something, Claire turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, and was first illuminated by the opposite window. The sunlight entering the room dazzled the eyes.

She walked into the room, stepped on the soft carpet, raised her head again, and saw a huge portrait oil painting hanging between the two windows facing the door. On the painting was a well-dressed man who was a little like Charles They are very similar, but their eyes are much more serious than Charles; the windows have been polished brightly, and you can clearly see some decadent plants in the atrium garden outside the window. The slightly dark portrait oil painting is set off brightly, and the air seems to be filled with the smell of citrus perfume, which is dry and fresh.

Except for the wall of the window, the other three sides are dark red floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books, and Charles is sitting under one of the bookshelves, holding a thick brick-shaped bookcase in his hand. When Shushu saw Claire push the door in, he smiled and steered the wheelchair to come to her, and said, "Are you surprised?"

Claire: "..."

"I'm not reading your thoughts." Charles smiled in his eyes, and nodded his nose with his hand, "Your surprise is written on your face."

"It seems that the appearance of my office before did scare you." Charles touched his nose, and there seemed to be some guilt in his eyes.

Claire nodded silently.

After all, the last time she came to this office, she only passed through a crack in the door and greeted an empty wine bottle that seemed to be thrown from hell.

"You have to believe, I'm actually not like that." Charles said with a smile. He turned around first and went to the desk. At this time, there were many thick books on the desk. Although there were many books, they were not messy, and they were easy to read Coming out Charles, despite his limited mobility, was still organized.

Claire followed her to the desk, and when she was about to sit down, she found a coiled tabby cat on the chair. It was wagging its tail lazily. When it heard the noise, it raised its eyelids and looked at Claire. He glanced at him, then turned his face to the side and continued snoring.

"The headmaster still has cats." Claire said.

"It's called Sparrow, and it's an old man." Charles said, "It used to be one of the stray cats in the school. Later, I took care of these cats and most of them left. Only Sparrow stayed. .”

Claire nodded and said with a smile: "Actually, cats are not as heartless as most people think."

Charles was silent for a moment, and then said: "It's not unfeeling. During the time I was drinking, it tickled me a lot. I guess it hates iron but not steel?"

Claire: "..."

She took a step back, away from Sparrow, and Sparrow raised his eyelids and looked at her lazily, eyes full of contempt, then stretched himself, jumped off the chair, I went to eat cat food by the food bowl at the foot of the desk, so I gave up the throne for the time being.

Claire sat up in trepidation, and then asked if the citrus-scented perfume near the desk was stronger.

Didn't expect the principal who returned to normal to still like perfume?

Claire wrinkled her nose, and Charles said, "Did the smell of the perfume catch you?"

"Not really," said Claire, "but does the principal like citrus perfumes so much?"

"Uh..." Charles was silent again for a moment, "It was to get rid of the smell that Sparrow was pissing everywhere in revenge for me."

Claire: "..."

What kind of person hated cats before the principal returned to normal?

"I hate iron but can't make steel." Charles corrected again.

Claire laughed dryly: "...Okay, I hate iron but can't make steel."

Sparrow, hiding behind Logan, is an unsung hero who silently works hard to change the future of mutants.

Claire thought that Charles called her to the office this time because of her pregnancy, but when she was sitting at the desk, Charles kept rummaging through the pile of books on the desk, and did not take the initiative to mention Claire's pregnancy. Claire looked around and made brief eye contact with Sparrow. Sparrow gave her a disdainful look, then lowered his head and licked his paw.

Compared with Elena, who has a sweet personality, this old man can be said to be very unfriendly.

A few minutes later, Charles finally found an old newspaper from the pile of books. He exhaled and handed the newspaper to Claire. Claire checked the newspaper with some doubts, and then saw a very eye-catching headline: Gulf of Cuba crisis!Mutants may cause global panic!

She frowned, feeling that the place name mentioned in the title sounded familiar.

"The Gulf crisis is a turning point in the fate of mutants." Sitting across from her, Charles said.

At this time, Claire finally remembered that when he was in Krakow, the shoe store owner Felix mentioned that he saw the accident in the bay in the newspaper, so he knew it was Eric's handwriting.

"This is..." Claire looked at Charles, "Eric?"

"To be precise, it was the first generation of X-Men." Charles said, "Eric should have mentioned to you that he was an old friend with me. At that time, he and I, as well as Hank, Raven, and Asia Alex, and other mutant compatriots, gathered together in order to realize their ideals and formed the first generation of X-Men. Finally, because of the Gulf incident, they found differences in their ideas and parted ways. Eric established a brotherhood, and I also Lost both legs, never recovered, addicted to alcohol."

Claire froze for a moment, then said, "But... when I saw you before, you..."

"That's Hank's potion. It allowed me to walk temporarily, but at the same time it also made me lose my ability to be a mutant." Charles said this story, there was no expression of sadness or anger on his face, his brows were loose Live, and the tone is very indifferent, as if talking about a small matter.

After defeating himself, those pains can no longer affect him.

"So it's like this..." Claire suddenly realized.

"Yes, that's it." Charles smiled, "So you don't have to play out the plot of the betrayed Eric and the tragically abandoned me in your mind."

Claire covered her face with her hands.

The ability to take Legilimency without being noticed anytime, anywhere is really terrible.

"Don't worry, Claire, I won't read your thoughts at random." Charles said, "I promised Eric."

Claire looked up at him in surprise.

"I promised Eric that I would not read his thoughts at will, so correspondingly, I will not read yours at will." Charles said with a smile.

"You..." Claire froze for a moment, and the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat again.

"I know." There was a smile in Charles' eyes. His eyes were different from Eric's. He was more like a cloudless sky after rain. It was so blue that it was almost transparent. A lot could be hidden in these eyes, but they wouldn't Depressing, only warm, "I didn't read it, Eric told me."