Today, it started to snow heavily in Manhattan in December.

After typing the last word on the keyboard, Dorothy finally ended her paper "On the Relationship between Industrial Revolution and Social Change" that had been tossing for almost half a month. Although the topic of the paper is old-fashioned and stubborn, the professor who scored the paper was so strict that they and the students had to be cautious - if anyone wanted to be lazy on this, the professor's score would definitely be "lazy".

Click Send and close the notebook. Dorothy picked up the still steaming black tea, leaned back on the back of the chair, and watched his fat orange play with toys with a tabby cat.

This cat coffee shop is located on the corner of the street below the apartment she currently lives in. The store is not very big, but the layout is warm and tidy. In addition to the boss, there are two human waiters, plus five permanent cats.

"Yorkshire pudding, one of the boss's best desserts." The waiter in a uniform apron saw the blonde customer sitting by the window finally turned off the computer, and immediately stepped forward and placed the small plate in his hand on the other party's table. "It's a treat in the store." He blinked at the girl who was looking at it.

"...Thank you." He smiled at the waiter, Dorothy accepted the gift from the other party - at a very early age, he counted the money in the tip. "Thank you, the boss, for me." As for the other party's motivation to give her desserts, Dorothy didn't care much.

"Uh... our store also provides pet foster care services." I thought I could say a few words to the girl, but I didn't expect that the other party was not very enthusiastic. The waiter stuck out his tongue at the boss and colleagues behind the bar, and got a look of "come up". "I see that your cat and Mia are having a good time, so I won't bring him with me next time." Mia is the tabby cat in the store.

"Okay." Nodded, Dorothy accepted the waiter's advice. "If you have the chance, you will." She smiled again, and she turned her head to look at the cat and showed that she didn't want to be disturbed now.

The rejected waiter touched his head and left embarrassedly.

Snowflakes fell outside the window, and there was already snow on the ground at this time. Dorothy drank half a cup of black tea and listened to his own fat orange chatting with the cats in the shop.

There are two reasons why she brought Tom to the cat coffee shop. One is that she has a lot of time and can't stay at home all the time. So she is worried that Tom's cat will be lonely; and the second reason...

Listening to the cats' pleasant and relaxed meows, Doroth suddenly felt that her idea of ​​bringing Fat Juice to the store today was terrible.

Originally, in her vision, Fat Ju can learn some basic common sense of cats living in human society by communicating with the resident cats in the coffee shop (cats who interact with humans more).

Specifically, to be honest, Doroth hopes that Tom can understand a simple truth after communicating with other cats that have lived in human society for a long time - that is, people tend to sterilize stray animals to ensure the health and number of stray animals.

Putting the black tea back on the table, Dorothy rubbed the forehead - about Tom's body, she hoped that the other party could understand this cruel fact naturally and inspired by the same kind.

But now it seems that her abacus is probably...failed.

"My bipedal beast is super good. She buys canned salmon for me every day, and our home is much better than here." Fat Orange Tom, wearing a bow tie, sat handsomely next to his tabby sister, with a pair of round thief eyes revealing his motivation, "I can watch TV during the day, and I can sleep in the bed with bipedal beast at night. Mia, do you want to come to my house? We can sleep on Dorothy pillows together. (☆_☆)"

Hearing the last red fruit of his fat orange, Dorothy almost knocked the black tea cup to the ground - very well, Tom not only failed to understand his good intentions, but also regarded the coffee shop trip as a blind date.

Wake up, Tom! The tabby sister has also been sterilized! You two can only be best friends at most!

"Huh? Your house is so good? Can I go?" A blue cat lying on the cat climbing rack seemed to yearn for the scene described by Tom, and he leaned over and meowed.

"o(▼蓝□;)o Let's go away, I can only have one man at home!" Tom roared back fiercely.

[Or else you can tell him directly...] The system looked at the expression of his host almost vomiting blood and spoke helplessly, [We cannot measure cats by human social view and marriage and love view. Maybe Tom can accept it?] His host is just too soft-hearted.

Sighing helplessly, Dorothy waved to the waiter and told her to buy a fresh bag for each of the tabby cats and the blue cats. For Tom's mental health, she had to make a long-term plan for this matter.

There are not many customers in the coffee shop, and most of them are busy taking selfies. Dorothy asked for another cup of black tea and quietly thought about how she could let the other party understand the fact that there was no ball without harming her own mental health.

Suddenly a dark color flashed in front of her eyes, and Dorothy found a man sitting in the chair opposite her.

"Sir, there is someone here." Without mercy, Doroth did not hide his impatientness. The men who came to meet him before were very polite, including the waiter guy, left automatically when they saw that she didn't like it. But the man in front of him sat down without even asking questions? "Please change the table." Dorothy signaled that there were still many empty seats in the store, so don't sit opposite her.

"You won't want me to change to a table." The man who sat down without permission had a cold face and his lips were very thin. In the snowy season, the man only wore a black windbreaker. He also had a bitter breath, about thirty-five, and the six-year-old man just sat there, revealing a sense of arrogance and inhumanity.

[Doros, this man seems to be wrong.] The system reminds his host to be alert.

"Why        ?" I have never met a man who has been pestering all these years. Dorothy will not be easily frightened by the other party. "Sir, I want to sit here alone." Dorothy is very sure that the staff of the coffee shop have noticed the situation here.

"Hey, do you want something else?" The waiter guy who just couldn't get a chat came over and stood in front of Dorothy with a smile. "Mia likes your fresh bag very much. Miss, are you going to play with Mia for a while?" He turned around and pointed to the position of a short-haired cat - the cat was lying on the glass cabinet containing desserts next to the bar of the coffee shop.

"Thank you, I..." Dorothy understood the waiter's hint just as she wanted to get up, but the man sitting opposite her gently moved his fingers on the table. The slender fingers with distinct fingers were just slightly raised, and the hollow metal vase on the table instantly slid from the middle of the table to Dorothy's hand.

He even turned around while gliding, avoiding Dorothy's computer.

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"clever                  " It seemed that he was very satisfied with Dorothy's awareness of the current situation. The man leaned on the back of the chair, and his arrogant attitude was rarely seen by Dorothy.

"Who are you?" He had already made a rough judgment in his heart. Dorothy looked at the man and asked calmly.

The little mutant sitting opposite had dazzling blonde hair and green eyes, and a look that was so beautiful that it was impossible to ignore. Eric looked at the tight body, obviously alerting himself, but with a soft smile on his face, very satisfied with the other party's judgment of the situation.

"Eric." Say his name, Magneto believes that this little mutant who has been investigated by them must know his existence, "Eric Lancheer."

Magneto...

Dorothy unconsciously slowed down her breathing.

But why did Magneto come to her?

"Or you're more familiar with my other name." Eric didn't take the girl's vigilant look in her eyes. "Magneto."

*

The X-Men and the Brotherhood belong to two different camps of Mutants, and are also the two largest organizations among Mutants. Professor X, who established the Xavier Youth Genius School, is committed to teaching small mutants, has a good reputation for social advantages, but in contrast, the Brotherhood, which has always made the goal of letting mutants rule the world, has a very bad reputation.

At least every time Dorothy sees a brotherhood on TV over the years, he is a terrorist.

Now, the terrorist leader is sitting opposite her.

"Mr. Lancheer." Organize the language, Dorothy signaled that Fatty Ju, who wanted to walk back, should not come here first. "I don't understand why you came to me." Her mutant identity has been hidden very well so far. No one except Iron Man knows it.

But what is Magneto...

"Of course you know why I came to you." Eric, who found the little mutant in front of him through some special channels, did not blame the girl for her excuse. "Doros Hestin, you are a mutant."

Two girls in the coffee shop who had taken enough photos said goodbye to the cat reluctantly, then pushed open the glass door and walked out. Dorothy's gaze was retracted with the bell blown by the cold wind on the door and placed it on the man opposite again.

Now it is meaningless to discuss how the other party discovered that her identity is. "I have no idea of ​​joining the Brotherhood." Without going around the bush, Dorothy directly told Magneto what he meant. "Mr. Lancheer, I am very satisfied with my current life and have no idea of ​​changing for the time being."

Magneto will not hurt mutants for no reason, so she won’t tell the truth.

"...you will." Dorothy's candidness obviously won the favor of Magneto. Whether it was out of tolerance for her kind or because she was not in a hurry to let Doroth join, Lancheer took out a business card from her pocket and pushed it over the table. "You can take a look first at 8 p.m. on Thursday."

After saying that, Magneto did not wait for Dorothy's reply, stood up and left.

"Dorose, who is he?" Tom, who had been wandering around the table for three circles, saw the scary strange beast leaving. His fat body jumped lightly and jumped onto Dorothy's knees. "I'll tell you, Mia wants to visit our house." After the stranger left, Tom's small head instantly forgot about the other party.

It's the most important thing for girls.

"...Tom, did you often do this when you were with your wife?" Put down the card with only one address, Dorothy put both hands under Tom's forelimbs, holding the other person in front of her - she just wanted to say, why did Tom's posture so smooth when flirting with girls?

"...(⊙﹏⊙) Oh my, I just can't bear to make a cat sad." After being told through the truth by the biped beast, Tom twisted his hairy head embarrassedly.

...

Don't understand you cats very much.

Dorothy shook her head helplessly.

The wind chime hanging above the door of the coffee shop was blown again, and two figures entered the store one by one and the other.

"Hi, Dorothy." A strange voice suddenly appeared. Dorothy hugged Tom and subconsciously looked for the source of the voice.

"Please don't be afraid." The male voice was low and gentle, "I am Charles, Charles Xavier."

Dorothy looked at the entrance of the coffee shop and saw a wheelchair parked there, with a handsome man sitting on it.

Huh?

Dorothy swears that this is her subconscious reaction—

It turns out that Professor x is not bald.

...

Charles sat in place, looking at the surprised expression of the beautiful girl not far away, and subconsciously raised her hand and touched her hair-

Is his hairline really high? (＞﹏＜)
Chapter completed!