[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The house used as a school seems to have been built for many years, and the precipitation of its history can be felt from the outside. The helicopter parked in the open space in front of the house, but no one came out to greet it.

Coulson didn't find it strange either. He smiled at Lydia and led her into the door: "I've contacted them before."

The decoration inside does not look like an ordinary school, but like a museum or library. It looks very cultural. There are no children in the students, and most of them seem to be teenagers.

There is a wide wooden staircase at the door. It looks very wooden. A man is walking down the stairs: "You guys arrived so fast, I am going to pick you up."

He was well-mannered, wearing glasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked like a scholar who only had books in his life.

But when he smiled at Lydia, his whole face suddenly became lively—he seemed to be used to only curling one corner of his mouth when he smiled, which brought a tinge of emotion to his originally refined and weak face. A little wicked charm.

He nodded towards Coulson and Lydia, and introduced himself: "Hank McCoy is one of the teachers here."

Lydia stretched out her hand, shook him lightly, and smiled, "Lydia Morrison."

Coulson stood beside Lydia and took out his ID from his suit pocket: "Phil Coulson, from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Hank glanced at the ID and nodded to him. The smile on his face remained the same, but he didn't speak. Coulson put the ID back in his pocket and said to Lydia tactfully, "I'm going back first."

Lydia nodded and watched him leave the gate. Hank stood there very politely and restrainedly, without urging her. Seeing Lydia look away, he maintained his smile just now and looked at Lydia gently. Say, "I'll take you to see the professor."

His polite attitude made Lydia couldn't help but want to tease him. She took half a step forward, and he subconsciously looked at Lydia's high heels, but the smile on his face didn't change.

Lydia took another half step forward, and Hank looked down at her, and didn't back away. He just stood up the book in his hand and pressed it against his chest, expressing his subconscious rejection.

Only then did Lydia realize that the mutant teacher was very tall, roughly estimated to be over 1.8 meters five, and she didn't feel the distance before, but now that she was standing closer, she realized that she couldn't even reach his shoulders. Not exceeded.

It seems that the distance just now was also a kind of thoughtfulness of his, so that she would not talk with her neck raised.

Lydia understood his refusal, accepted it as soon as it was good, took a step back, and smiled slightly: "Let's go to see the professor."

Hank was relieved at her voluntary retreat. He took Lydia along the corridor to the end, and came to an office. He adjusted his standing posture slightly, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It seemed the man really respected the professor.

Lydia watched his movements, and became even more curious about this famous Professor X. She hadn't seen many photos of this professor, and even if there were, they were very vague. Those who came to the forum to ask for photos No photo samples of him have ever been provided.

And when Hank opened the wooden door, Lydia had a realistic reference for all the imaginations of Professor X in her heart.

A metal wheelchair, a neat suit, handsome facial features, and broad eyes.

He doesn't look young anymore, but he is by no means a middle-aged man. Instead, he seems to have a kind of tolerance that embraces everything, which makes him more attractive than young people.

Compared with him, Hank looks too young and too weak.

The only thing that bothered Lydia was his bald head.

The professor looked at her with eyes like sea water, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "You have very special abilities."

Lydia's hands were sticking to the side of the money pocket, feeling a little itchy, but she replied calmly on the surface: "I heard that everyone here has very special abilities."

The professor laughed, as if the calm sea water was blown by the breeze and gently surged onto the beach.

Lydia's fingers finally touched the edge of the banknote, and one of the banknotes in her pocket disappeared, and brown hair gradually grew on Professor X's head in front of her, stopping at a length longer than Hank's, matching his blue hair. The color of the eyes is very matching.

"I'm sorry," Lydia said, quite sincerely, gently pulling her fingers out of her pocket, "I couldn't help it."

Such Professor X is much younger than his actual age, and looks like he is about 30 years old, or even younger.

Lydia looked at the image of the professor and flirted subconsciously.

She looked at the professor and showed a big smile: "It looks much better now."

The professor was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly. Even Hank next to him curled his fingers against his lips and laughed silently.

Lydia didn't feel embarrassed at all, she just stood there and smiled at them.

Therefore, being good-looking is to take advantage. When she is seductive, she does not look disrespectful at all, but makes people feel loved. Even people who don’t like being teased will not feel it. disgust.

"What can you do with your abilities?" The professor still had a smile on his lips, sitting on a metal wheelchair and looking at Lydia.

Asked this question, Lydia couldn't help but hesitate, she has never confessed this to anyone.

But she also has never gotten along with mutants, and in her world, there has never been one of the same kind before.

"A lot of things." She thought for a while, but still chose to answer vaguely, "I can do a lot of things, but I need to pay some price."

The professor didn't ask, but nodded, turned the big wheel of the wheelchair with his hand, and walked forward: "I'll take you to your dormitory. You are different from ordinary freshmen. You have already graduated from cultural courses, and you can choose your own." You can sit in on their classes, and then you may be allowed to give them cultural lessons, and the number of teachers here has not been enough."

The closer they got to the dormitory area, the more people there were in the corridor. Those teenagers were obviously not very good at mental quality. When they saw the professor, they were all stunned. After they left, they could still hear the not-so-soft whispers coming from behind: "Professor With long hair, I look so young and beautiful!"

The professor obviously heard what they said, and without looking back, he sat in the wheelchair and said, "Lydia, is this just a friendly prank?"

"No, professor." Lydia saw him stop in front of a room, opened the door consciously, and then pushed the professor in, "This is not a prank, I hope it is a joke." A... gift."

"You see, everyone likes your look." Lydia parked the professor's wheelchair on the open space in the middle of the room without any surprise, threw the bag on her shoulders on the chair, and turned to Han who was standing at the door. K laughed, "—right, Hank?"

Hank lowered his head and grinned, without speaking. The professor glanced at him, then looked away.

Lydia sat on the edge of the bed, dug out the camera from her luggage, and said to the professor: "I don't intend to offend, it's just that I have been reading about mutants in books since I was a child, and it was the first time I saw the famous X Professor, I'm a little excited - can I take a picture of you?"

The professor's eyes seemed to see through everything, Lydia was not guilty at all, and looked back at him with sincere eyes.

Her lies are always mixed with truth and falsehood, and even the proportion of facts is greater. She does have full respect for everyone who is willing to protect human beings, but of course taking pictures is not for collection.

The professor looked at her with a smile, but he didn't expose her, but in the end he didn't agree to her request to take a photo. He just pushed his wheels and left Lydia's room. Hank followed the professor's wheelchair and walked out. Turning to Lydia, she whispered, "Good job with the hair."

Even a thumbs up.

Lydia winked at him and couldn't help but smile.

Not long after Hank left, Lydia heard a knock on the door, and she threw the half-arranged clothes aside: "Come in."

A big silver-haired boy quickly opened the door and poked his head in the second her voice fell. His gaze circled around the room and finally landed on Lydia.

The next moment, he disappeared from the door and appeared in front of Lydia: "Are you the newcomer?"

Lydia looked at him with interest. This man looked about the same age as Peter, but his personality was different.

He stood in front of Lydia, folded his arms, tilted his head and looked Lydia from head to toe, curled his lips, and said nothing.

"What are you looking at?" Lydia propped up the bed with both hands, stood up from the bed, walked lightly in front of this person, tilted her head slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and said softly, "Your hair color is very nice."

Lydia looked alluring with her long eyelashes drooping slightly over her green eyes.

As soon as she raised her hand, the big boy disappeared from Lydia's eyes, and then reappeared a meter away from her, stood there staring at her and said: "My name is Pietro Maxi Moff."

Lydia raised her hand to touch the curly hair at the end of her hair, and tilted her head to look at him. Pietro paused, obviously not wanting to be subdued, and insisted on replying: "You are also very good-looking."

"...what's your name?" he asked, looking at Lydia.

"Lydia Morrison." Lydia raised her foot and walked towards him, Pietro pursed his lips, and subconsciously made a blocking gesture with his arms around his arms: "Hey, don't come over, just Stand there."

Lydia spread her hands and showed a smile. She tried to raise her feet, and saw Pietro's eyes slightly widened, showing a very cute expression.

"Okay." She took two steps back, and the big boy had a relieved expression on his face, which made her feel a little funny.

However, after she was so far away from each other, he walked over slowly and stopped in front of her: "...I heard that you know many superheroes? Then do you know Iron Man?"