Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

'Have you heard that?Did you see it? '

'Someone is flying - the alien! '

'My aunt was saved by him!He's damn handsome - an alien! '

Clark chewed gum.

He goes to the door.

'Where is he from?who is he?What is he going to do? '

'Well Perry, you know the answer... he's from another planet, he's an alien.Oh, he saved a lot of people in these two months.Maybe want to be a vigilante?Or……'

'He wants to be a hero?I really want to get an interview with him... look at that little face, I can definitely ask everything--'

The boy shut the door.Walking through the perpetually smoky corridors, nodding to the lady who opened the door to take out the trash.

'Is he crazy?He had really gone mad—who did he think he was? !Why didn't anyone come and tell him the rules? !How dare he, how dare he just appear so aboveboard—"

'Superman?He deserves to call himself that - the bloody alien, the shameless monster -'

'Stop your useless yelling - calm down - find someone to make contact with him!Go find Swanwick!Go find Fury!Go find Hardy - connect me to Professor X!Tell him we can consider his demands—'

Clark stepped out of the alley.Can't help showing a smile.

People all over the world went into madness.

Everyone is running around telling each other.

Superman!It's Superman!

Superman appeared.

........................

"What do you see?"

General Ross clasped his hands, and there was a bit of murderous look in his cold expression.The old soldier frowned and questioned the mutant he was video calling.

Charles Xavier.One of the strongest mutants alive... a pathetic idealist.

The world would never allow his dreams to come true.As long as those hurtful interests still exist, mutants will never be able to get out of the shadows and stand on the ground...

Rose doesn't hate Xavier.But no sympathy for Xavier either.Compared with mutants, what he wants to protect is more...the lives, rights, and interests of more 'majority' people.

Professor X smiled gently.He looked at the senior people sitting around the round table.Some people disdain his gaze, some people look at him as hard as a rock... Oh, and some people don't dare to look at him at all.

Most people here.Two months ago, they still regarded him and his academy like dust on the road.It seems that cleaning or not cleaning is only a matter of thought.And only two months... Or, just because of one person.One child... all that has changed.

Professor X's smile is so mysterious.So elusive.The bad-tempered ones were almost set on fire by him, and they were almost about to shoot the case.But Professor Xavier pinched this point and spoke gently.

"I saw the unfathomable darkness. I saw the soul that was firmly imprisoned." Before he finished speaking, the exclamation began one after another.Still maintaining a polite smile, Charles finished speaking softly. "His magic is not limited to his body, his brain has also been strengthened. I have sensed him since he was ten years old, but it took two years to barely be able to connect with him...that is an innocent and precious soul, sometimes He looks like a child who has never been hurt, but sometimes he looks like an old man full of holes. I thought he had two personalities, but later I found out that it doesn't seem to be the case..."

Mentioning the child, Charles couldn't help frowning slightly.

That wall is too thick.He had never actually been able to pass through, never been able to witness the truth.They had conversations, but never on and off, not for long.Charles could feel the kindness of that child, the sparkle of that heart...but that's not what a child who doesn't know the world, a soul that's never been hurt...

It shouldn't be that dark and confused.

"Not how? Come on, Mr. Xavier - don't be fooled! You are already the only way we know about that alien - their family's disguise for the past 18 years has been flawless, and there is very little useful information! "

Professor X's gentle expression remained unchanged.It's almost like a statue with only one expression.He looked at the vice president who was mad because the 'accident' couldn't be controlled... But the emotions that surged in his heart were not just irony and amused.

He was actually right.They should all know...

Clark Kent - Kal-El.A young alien who claims to have good intentions.He is almost indestructible, defiant in all directions.He can fly out of the atmosphere, and he is not even afraid of the high-lethal weapons of higher civilizations.And just now, he told them that the effect of mind manipulation on this alien friend is also extremely limited.So what's the next step?Want to try magic?But which wizard can take on this important task?What government can trust which wizard to control this near-invincible killer?

"People are always complicated, gentlemen. You asked me what I saw in his heart... I once misunderstood that he was divided, I once thought he was dissatisfied. But this speculation is too subjective and too meaningless. Especially after he has solved a catastrophe for the earth... Therefore, I am more inclined: we should contact him and understand him. Only the him we see is the real him. Now we gather Here, I can only offer one pessimistic guess after another." His attitude was still so gentle.Some people sneered when they heard it, but others thought deeply. "How brave he is. To have shown himself at this age...he's literally in front of us now. He's not hiding anymore...I believe that's a good thing. I believe we should develop trust in each other. Just don't let the darkness get over him... let's all have a little more faith in each other."

The idealistic mutant principal smiled.The expression became more sincere.He has really impressed a few people.

"Time will tell."

………………

"You know, Luther." His voice seemed to be commenting on beauties with friends at a reception. "If you're crazy, I mean—if you're out of your mind, or if you're having trouble with a psychological evaluation, even if you suddenly find out that you have an incurable disease...you better send me an email , you know?"

The man's drawn-out tone contained no sarcasm, as if he was really expressing his sincere concerns for his friend.Then he abruptly changed the subject:

"Oh of course I'm not serious. You don't have to send me any emails, I'm not interested in you at all - but seriously? Seriously Luthor? Are you done with fun? You can only think of doing Putting out that ridiculous 'Gundam' to secure your status? That's pathetic, and you've crossed the line - you're so abnormal."

He still couldn't help but bring some real emotion into the last sentence—his anger.But he shouldn't show it.He couldn't let Luther know that he really cared... damn it.

"gentlemen."

No.no.He hasn't finished yet.

"You might as well watch it, Lex. Sweetheart. You take a good look at it. When your little Gundam actually appears on the battlefield, whether the government will go back to you or come to me to beg me-your childish trick really makes me speechless .I think maybe my nephew could have guessed your brat ideas—” even though he didn’t have a nephew at all.

"Mr. Stark!"

Tony Stark shook his hand, and he pursed his lips...Okay, okay.This one was indeed unsatisfactory...he could resend it...or he could just catch Luther that lunatic off guard--Stark glared at his beautiful secretary, trying to convey his anger with his eyes.

oh.Luthor certainly didn't deserve him to get mad at Pepper.Even if this damn bald man directed and acted on his own and gave his little Gundam to the enemy - but no matter what - no one should interrupt him anyway!

"My dear Miss Potts. Didn't you realize—I was just on the phone with my biggest competitor—"

Pepper was sure for a split second that Tony was probably really pissed off.Normally, he would never admit that Luther was his competitor... But at this moment, she really wasn't in the mood to argue with her boss.She had tried her best just to keep calm... Her sense of responsibility supported her, and supported her to dutifully throw the folder in front of Tony.

Stark looked at the secretary who was almost... trembling with some astonishment.Pepper called Jarvis and ordered his AI butler to immediately turn on the TV and tune to Metropolitan Channel.This finally won Mr. Stark's interest, and he casually looked at the briefing on various important matters of his company...

Mr. Stark's expression changed to look like he just took a bite of a cake that had gone bad.

"...What is this? Cosplay?... Seriously? What is this...mutant?" He looked up.Didn't understand the meaning of this newspaper from a month ago, a mutant saved a child who fell from a height?What does this have to do with him...

Then he saw the picture on the big screen.

Picture on the big screen.

Stark froze.

...He looked at the scene on the screen where human hands tore up Gundam.Stark's first reaction was that the mecha looked like the one that Luthor had just lost; his second reaction was—he looked at the logo to make sure it wasn't a spoof video.

He was stunned.

"...he calls himself Kal-El. Sir." His secretary's voice seemed to be swallowing.As if swallowing something unacceptable. "That global communication, the communication you valued..."

Pepper struggled to get the sound out of his mouth.

"The alien."

Stark heard his secretary say something like a summary.

... The boss of Stark Industries stared at the 'alien' wearing a blue-red tights on the screen without blinking.Feeling confused.He realized that the government must have concealed something from him; he realized that the government must add new terms to his and Luthor's weapons requirements; he realized that Luther had suffered a lot this time... …

He stared at the screen.

Stare at the on-screen alien who clearly breaks all the rules.

......Damn it.

Genius is in turmoil.Genius was dumbfounded.

— There really are aliens.