[Comprehensive British and American] Alien girls are still saving the earth today

Charles Xavier, known as Professor X, is the principal of Xavier School for Gifted Boys, a mutant, possesses extremely powerful telepathy and mind control abilities, and in the whole world, no matter ordinary people or mutants know anything about gene mutation When he knew, he and his friend Magneto summoned the confused mutants, guided them to use their superpowers rationally, made contributions to the world, and worked to maintain the balance between ordinary people and mutants.

This is when Jinx mocked him as the president of the Pheasant University, Michael held up his huge crab claws angrily to popularize science, and took what President Xavier has done for humans and mutants over the years as a moral education lesson Examples of good people and good deeds, pulling Jinx's ears is random cramming education.

After one night of science popularization, Jinx only remembered that Professor X had attended Harvard University, Oxford University, and Columbia University, and had doctorates in genetics, biophysics, and psychology.

[Harvard University, located in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, an Ivy League school, a world-class university; Oxford University, located in Oxford, England, the oldest university in the English-speaking world, a world-class university; Columbia University, located in Manhattan, New York, an Ivy League school, Earth-class universities. 】

[Doctor, currently the highest degree on earth. 】

When Chris II introduced the proper terms for the earth, his tone couldn't be more flat, but Jinx's heart, which had been scarred by Peter before, was even more riddled with holes.

She was silent for a moment, and then asked unwillingly: "Harvard University, Oxford University, and Columbia University are really not pheasant universities?"

Michael's crab claws opened and closed quickly, making a clicking sound, like scissors that had been polished: "Of course not, the professor is knowledgeable and wise, there is no one who can't, and it is very important for him to get multiple doctorates from prestigious schools." normal."

Jinx ignored Michael's dangling crab claws and insisted: "Even a Ph.D. from a prestigious school will go astray and become the president of Pheasant University!"

She thought then of the principal of the Jinx School for Gifted Boys, the tuna man named Gregory.

He graduated from the military university, and later entered the team of the then army general Enrique as the platoon leader. Coupled with the fact that his fiancée broke the engagement with him, he began to accept bribes in the army, and finally left the army altogether, and founded the Jinx School for Gifted Teenagers, trying to get revenge on Jinx while making money.

It was a tuna man with a bald head, a dumpy face, and a sinister face.

Charles Xavier was born in a wealthy family and had read a lot of books. He was paralyzed in his lower limbs due to an accident in his early years, so he used a wheelchair instead. These descriptions formed a wheelchair in Jinx's mind, wearing a thick bowl around his neck. A balding, squat, sinister-faced mutant with a gold chain.

She was walking in the long corridor of the teaching building of Xavier School. Outside the corridor was a misty rain curtain. The light rain was falling on the lawn in the courtyard. When the raindrops touched the long and narrow leaves, they made continuous sounds, like The sound of the harp was flowing, and the little white leather shoes Michael had chosen for her made a pedaling sound as they walked on the stone pavement, as if they were in harmony with the rhythmic drumbeat.

Xavier School is a classical and elegant manor, with several red English-style buildings dotted in the green grass, and a clock on the tallest tower, and a swallow-tailed kite with wet feathers perched on the window sill of the clock tower, chirping a few times Rapid and melodious chirping.

Charles was sitting in a wheelchair. He supported the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands, and walked forward slowly. Pietro, who usually couldn't be quiet for a second, lowered his head and walked quietly behind him, glancing at Jinx from time to time. His eyes were full of sorrow.

Jinx was expressionless, and even shrugged like him.

Pietro's eyes grew more mournful.

The rain drifted into the corridor along with the wind, and wrapped lightly on the ends of Charles' dark brown hair. He looked sideways at Pietro: "Tell me, did Michael sneak out to compete skateboarding with the students from West Chester Middle School again?" gone?"

"Professor, don't you know everything..." Pietro muttered in a low voice.

"I know it's one thing, but it's another thing for you to admit it yourself." Charles said, looking at Jinx again, "Are you Michael's sister?"

Jinx showed no fluctuations on the surface, but actually nodded in humiliation in his heart.

Charles smiled: "It seems that Michael is an unreliable brother."

Jinx blinked, how did he know what she was thinking?

"Of course I know." The smile in Charles' eyes deepened, "I also know that you have some doubts now, because I don't look like the president of Pheasant University in your understanding."

Pietro hugged his head and yelled: "Professor, this is really not the fault of me and Michael!"

Jinx: "..."

Awesome principal...

She subconsciously cut off her divergent thinking, while Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, his blue eyes full of inquiry, he reached out to Jinx, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Charles Xavier."

Jinx still held the "Purple Rain" record in her hand. She carefully clamped the record between her elbows, then stretched out her right hand, and gently held Charles' extended hand.

There are thin calluses on the palms, which should be caused by driving the rollers of the wheelchair with hands all the year round.

"Jinx Garner." Jinx said, "You can call me Jinx."

"Ominous thing?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

Jinx represents the person who brings bad luck in English. This Jinx knows, she let go of Charles' hand, and said, "The monster that lurks in the deep sea and kills the enemy with one blow, Jinx."

A few girls ran past the corridor laughing and holding umbrellas, their brightly colored skirts fluttering in the slightly overcast rain, but the vivid colors stopped beside Charles, and the girls looked respectfully Say hello to him: "Good afternoon Professor!"

He withdrew his gaze on Jinx, looked at the girls, and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, it's raining, are you going out?"

"Bryn Mawr College is having a wizard-themed party!" the girls said with a smile, "I hope the professor will allow us to attend the party."

"Why am I not allowed?" Charles smiled.

"Because Michael just got hurt skateboarding with the West Chester High students."

"He does this often. I don't think it's just me. Everyone is used to it." Charles shook his head with a smile. "Everyone knows that Michael was injured while skateboarding, but the person actually wanted to hide it from me."

Too young, too naive.

"Professor! I didn't mean it! I didn't want to scare those children!"

Michael, who tied the right crab claw with a bandage and hung it around his neck, was dragged by his heavy crab claw so that he could only arch his back, like an octogenarian. He leaned his neck hard, and when he touched Charles Then he lowered his head timidly, and then caught sight of a pair of small white leather shoes next to the wheelchair.

The shoes he had chosen for Jinx last night, to replace Jinx's pair of macaron-colored jelly shoes and the studded tassel skull boots she used as a replacement.

He coughed twice, and looked sideways at Pietro, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Pietro also proudly said: "Michael, I know that you need Jinx's comfort most at this moment, so I brought her here, how about it, I am enough, don't thank me too much." He He winked at Michael, "Take me to Italian food on the weekend."

Michael held up his uninjured claw.

The two teenagers didn't care about their professor and sister standing in front of the bed, and began to wrestle

Jinx looked indifferently at the two boys laughing and chatting back and forth, and took out her mobile phone from her handbag. The screen saver of her mobile phone was Joan Jeter holding a guitar. On the screen, Joan Jeter looked slightly Time is beating on the scornful, tousled black hair.

02:20 P.M.