On this day, Charles Francis Xavier slept until dusk before he woke up. As the founder of Xavier Talent Youth Academy and one of the two pillars of the mutant group, he hadn't slept so sweetly for a long time. Yes, no naughty students rushed in to complain, nor did the venomous snake centipede hide in the dark corner plan any conspiracy against mutants. Magneto entered the class room for his recklessness, and Stryker was also taught a lesson. The academy was safe and sound, and the young people were responsible for small matters. He lived a very comfortable period.

Inadvertently, he was already aging, and his bare head and loose skin were silently reminding him: no matter how high his reputation or ability is, he could not make up for his lost youth.

The word "energy" has gone forever with his age, and now he is just a sunset that emits heat.

After struggling in bed for a long time, he struggled to sit up. After a while, he became a little breathless. However, there was nothing important to do today, and he still had some time to spend.

The room was quiet and there was no movement outside. He tried to recall for a while before he remembered that today the proud disciples went on a routine inspection, and the children were probably still playing outside. Eric's first class in office would definitely capture their hearts.

That's a magical guy.

He smiled and put on his top, but he didn't get up and went down to the ground. He wanted to bathe in the warmth of the sunset for a while. This leisurely life was too rare. The sun was still warm, but the surroundings were too quiet. Although it was sometimes upset, he was already used to the vitality of young people. Looking at their agile figures and listening to those sounds full of energy, only in this way would he feel that his old body was still energetic.

With a self-deprecating smile, Charles Xavier turned on the TV and couldn't hear the students' squatting, so it was better to watch something else.

The TV turned on, and the live broadcast inside scared him. Charles sat blankly on the bed, unable to believe his eyes.

"What did I see, a superman? No, a group of superman!" The reporter danced and frowned. "They waved their fists around the rare endangered animals, and beat them to the ground with blood. Listen to its screams, as if they were being brutally abused by a vicious man. The little girl, this baby is so pitiful. It was ruthlessly destroyed when it first arrived! But I don't have any sympathy for it, because it and its brothers had just pushed down half a street dozens of minutes ago, displaced nearly a thousand people and millions of dollars of property were wiped out."

"Beautiful! A guy who plays with fire! He sent out a pillar of fire to burn the snake to its peak. Previously, the notes from the riverside police station hid behind the police car and emptied dozens of magazines. He did it with a cheap lighter. Why do we still have to support such incompetent notes? It's enough to have him. Such super high cost performance may not mean that local councillors will give him a special medal for saving valuable taxes paid by taxpayers."

"I must be dreaming! A short-haired boy who is not a few years older than my son spewed white mist in his hands. He swung around the snake's head quickly, making the snake scream in a froze. Look, he flew up, as if there was a transparent skateboard under his feet, holding him running around in the sky. There was also that big guy, looking at his muscles, as strong as steel! No, that's steel, there's even reflection. Is it dazzled? He swung the snake's tail and smashed it everywhere. The big snake was dying. I want to comfort this guy's mother. It's not easy to give birth to this big guy. If she was born in the Soviet Union, she would definitely be a hero mother."

The reporters had already broken through the police blockade like they were injected with chicken blood and approached the fighting arena without hesitation.

This is not their fault for being stupid and bold, it is really that today's scene is too exciting.

Westchester is a wealthy town and a quiet little town, but for journalists, it means it is as dull as chewed sugar cane bagasse and is disgusting.

What kind of news do you need to impress your boss? There is no luxury of spending a lot of money, no blood and violence, no famous talk, even if you are so diligent that you stay outside the star's villa in the biting cold wind in the winter, what you get is nothing more than a photo of someone getting up early and running.

This cannot even insert the middle of the entertainment version, unless the editors and editors will give alms to a piece of the page to show a small face unless they are bored during those days when news is scarce.

So this place has always been the grave of journalists. It has no attraction, no performance, and no room for promotion. How can it be a miserable word?

But now everything is different. The suffocating small town suddenly became charming after being visited by a group of snakes, making every reporter who came to hear the sound shout that this trip is worthwhile.

There are horrifying monsters here, mysterious heroes appearing, stupid and incompetent police and military as backgrounds, which can attract the eyes of the whole United States like a fly. For such news, which normal-minded editor would not be excited to rush up and take the initiative to report to the headlines? Aspiring journalists will never miss such a god-given opportunity.

Cheers and screams almost drowned Eric, although he no longer fought in person, but put his hands in his pockets to watch the students perform. Such sounds are not unfamiliar to him. The reincarnation is born to be a performer and destined to shine on the stage of the world. He is either worshipped by the world or moves indifferently with crying and scolding.

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However, the young people in the academy obviously showed their process from immature to maturity. From the beginning, they didn't know where to swing their hands and beat them timidly, and then they let go of their hands and feet and became bold and lacked patience. If Ororo hadn't adjusted his condition in time and played the role of a nanny, some of them might not have been able to fully enjoy such a welcome.

It's much better now. After all, it's also a rising star of a long-trained mutant. With Eric's courage and motivation, and the nurse's storm girl's careful care, they have no worries and naturally play very well.

John the Fireman himself could not create flames, and he could use a lighter to make a move. The giant snake with thick skin and flesh was used as a target. His ability to control flames became more and more mature; Baby the Iceman was not inferior, and he finally understood that he had to learn and apply his abilities. Now he erupted the frozen air and wandered in the air like a glider; Pitt, a strong man, basically mastered his own characteristics, that is, he was stupid, big, black, and thick, and was not afraid of falling and beating. The snake's body was wrapped around him and he couldn't be broken. He bite his mouth and broke a few teeth. He didn't mention the headache. In this way, Pitt didn't relax, grabbed the snake's tail and trampled it on, for fear that the snake would live a comfortable life.

The girls' fighting abilities were not developed enough, and they were basically playing soy sauce. Katie was bold enough to use their abilities to penetrate the snake. The big snake obviously didn't even fall off, but she screamed, but she was still happy. Looking at her curved eyebrows, you know that the girl regarded fighting as a game. Magneto's daughter Lorna also failed the reputation of her awesome father. She picked up some slender iron nails from the ruins, controlled them to fly out, and pierced them on the snake's belly and the steelmaker, causing the person to sparks and sparks. There was also glare. This girl, a few years older, really deserved her ambition to be a star. After absorbing the cheering sound waves of onlookers, she issued an attack with extraordinary sound and light effects. Unfortunately, the effect was too much to describe.

The only thing that made people admire him was the little naughty. After the Steelerson hugged the snake's tail, she calmly squatted down and took off her gloves to grab the snake. After a while, the snake's movements were obviously slowed down, and it was weak, which made the boys' attacks more effective. Soon the last snake reached the end of the road.

In this fierce battle, Ororo saw the young man go from clumsy to skillfulness. Although his performance was not very good, he basically brought out the results of his usual training. The students who were encouraged by people even surpassed their previous levels and became more and more outstanding. At first, she had to help her to avoid injuries, but at this moment, she found that she was about to become a redundant person.

Ororo was a little lost. She would not forget the nervousness and stiffness she had when she first went into battle. Her growth experience was an absorption and summary of lessons learned from mistakes and never gave her a cheer. Even though she risked her life, she climbed hard on the steep buildings, fought with her arrogant enemies with her life, and saved the humans in the entire city. Even with such behavior, no one came over to thank her.

In fact, many times, she is like a transparent ghost, giving a lot but not known, always wandering outside the crowd. Without the attention of her fellow countrymen, she would never exist.

She used to think that she was fighting for her compatriots and did not need other people's gratitude or respect, but now she finally understood that her arrogance was just because she couldn't get it.

In a trance, she regarded the cheers given to the students by the crowd as a gift for herself, as if she was the hero who showed her skills. The feeling of being watched by others was like a heart-warming and trembling spirit penetrated into her soul, making her intoxicated, and her face was as enthusiastic as the children who were happy in it. However, her consciousness as a senior and instructor would soon awaken her again, telling her that she was just a bystander outside the focus of light. No matter what the relationship had with the students, people's care was ultimately unrequited. The misaligned understanding kept separating her heart, like a saw that opened Ororo, making her cold and warm and relieved.

In a daze, Ororo saw the man who was more dependent on the periphery than her. He was the one who dominated everything today and made ordinary people happy for mutants. She looked at the figure that seemed to melt in the light, as if she saw the Lord in heaven.

In the college, in front of the TV.

When he first saw Eric, a hidden tremor from his soul told Charles Xavier that this was the person he had been waiting for, but at that time he did not expect that surprise would come so quickly.

At this dusk, he was aging and watched with his own eyes the man who looked like he was young with his old friend changed the fate of the next generation of mutants. The resentment and anger that had been tightly locked between the eyebrows of the young children gradually disappeared in the warm shouts of the crowd, and replaced by unprecedented confidence and tranquility.

Charles laughed silently, his lingering haze dissipated. No matter what difficulties will be ahead, at least a new road has been opened to mutants, isn't it?
Chapter completed!