Marvel’s Superman

After about 20 minutes of meeting and chatting, Luke had a deeper understanding of the little Charles in front of him.

His conversation and behavior are trying his best to imitate adults.

Paired with that stern tone of voice, as well as the meticulous hair, bow tie and suit.

Involuntarily, it reminds Luke of "Little Sheldon" - an annoying jerk with a heavy cleanliness and an equally smart mind.

The young Charles is highly identical to the other in image.

"Mr. Principal, the main reason I want to be a part of this academy is - I need to find some companions and respect for you."

Hearing Luke asked about the reason for enrolling in school, Charles seemed to have prepared a draft for a long time, and answered seriously: "I found out that I was different when I was eight years old."

"It was one night, and I was a little scared because of the stage play "Zorro" that I watched that night."

"Those dark shadows, bat-like monsters, scared me."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and this episode seemed familiar.

In the dark-painted universe next door, every time I mention "Zorro" and watch the show.

There's bound to be a dark alley, a gangster with a gun, a broken pearl necklace, and... an orphan who has lost his parents.

This classic drama has to be repeated several times almost every once in a while.

If Erskine influenced the life of Steve Rogers, that cave in the Middle East changed Tony Stark.

That alley in Gotham is probably the nightmare of Batman's life.

"I tossed and tossed and couldn't sleep, so I pushed the bedroom door and stood in the hallway."

"Then, I heard my parents arguing - it was a wonderful feeling. It was clearly separated by a wall and a thick door, but I could hear their conversation clearly."

"It's not just the conversation! There are also the complaining words they kept in their hearts and didn't say."

"I'm like a runaway radio, picking up everything from the outside world."

"Those cluttered voices, or dark, or scary thoughts, filled my head."

"After that, I had a high fever for two days."

Charles' little face showed a bit of memory.

His innate ability just awakened and appeared silently.

"You didn't tell anyone else?"

Luke crossed his hands and propped his chin.

His tone was normal, but sometimes he gasped involuntarily, as if he was enduring something.

Charles, who was more observant, discovered this.

But he didn't take it to heart, and continued: "No, Mr. Principal."

"It's my own secret. I don't dare to tell anyone for fear of being taken to the hospital or receiving some horrible treatment."

There was a hint of fear in Charles' eyes.

Although he is much more mature than his peers, he is only a child after all.

In the face of unexpected surprises and an unpredictable future, I still feel scared.

So, he chose to hide it.

"You did the right thing, Charles."

Luke nodded and agreed.

The face that was covered with both hands twitched slightly.

The expression also became strange, as if suffering from some kind of stimulation.

He somewhat underestimated the White Queen, the flexible tongue that the opponent can tie a cherry pole into a knot is not something that ordinary people can bear.

His own joystick is like the pottery that the heroine touched in the movie "Ghosts of Love".

Slippery autumn, high-speed friction, fancy rotation...

If it wasn't for Luke's great perseverance, he would not have been able to endure such extreme "torture".

"I once thought that I was the only one in the world who was so different, that I could listen to the voices of others and read the minds of others."

Charles spoke emotionally, ignoring Mr. Principal, who was not quite right, and turned his head to look at his dazed, wandering sister.

"Fortunately, I met Rui Wen, which made me know that I am not unique and have compatriots similar to me."

"Since then, I have paid special attention to the news of mutants."

"Until I heard your speech, Mr. Principal, your interpretation of freedom, equality, and human rights moved me."

Charles's little face was full of sincerity, and his eyes were shining brightly, an emotion called "worship".

"So you bravely confessed your mutant identity to your parents and became the first class of students in this academy...you're a good boy, Charles."

Luke was silent for a few seconds, leaned forward, and smiled: "You are very talented, very capable, and will have a bright future."

"However, before you tap into your potential, you must first face yourself and accept yourself."

"Charles, you don't have to be nervous about who you are and worry about being looked at differently by others."

"Mutant talent isn't some horrible curse, painful disease—at least not for you."

"It is the wings that let people get out of the ordinary and fly to the clouds, and it is also the key to open the door of evolution, allowing you to look at the world from a different angle."

Luke's mouth is steaming chicken soup for the soul, completely assuming the role of "life mentor".

"But, Mr. Headmaster, humans are afraid of things they don't know enough about."

Charles was a little hesitant. He had been hiding his innate abilities before, for fear of being discovered by others.

"If we stand in front of the stage and appear in the public eye, will it arouse their vigilance and disgust, which will lead to violent conflict?"

It has to be said that Charles is indeed a precocious child.

At his age, being able to think of racial disputes and survival contradictions through the two camps of humans and mutants is much more than his peers.

"It's showing conservative, moderate traits now."

Luke smiled slightly, leaned forward and leaned back slightly.

The tense face also loosened a little.

Hide one's ability to ensure harmony with humanity and avoid violent conflict...

These are the guiding ideology of the bald professor.

But he doesn't fully agree.

"You can't just see the flaws in everything, Charles. We have to learn to look at the problem dialectically, the living space, the racial disputes, these are all internal contradictions."

"If you want to resolve it, you must divert your attention through external contradictions."

"Maybe in a few decades, our footprint will not be limited to land, sea and sky."

Luke said meaningfully, every time a major event occurs, it is at least a cosmic crisis.

The earth is a special planet, it is the origin of the ancient gods, and it is secretly coveted by the dimensional demons.

Every cosmic turmoil must start with it, or it will eventually spread to it.

Luke is not a passive person, he likes to be proactive.

Sooner or later, human beings will go out. At that time, problems such as living space and racial disputes will gradually disappear and become footnotes in history.

At that time, the countries and people on this planet will need to face the three major empires of the galaxy, the elders of the universe, the tyrant...

They will soon understand their insignificance, and they will know that internal friction is meaningless.

"I see, Mr. Headmaster."

Charles seemed to realize it suddenly and nodded heavily.

All internal contradictions can be transferred through external contradictions.

Compared to the ill-intentioned alien race, mutants seem insignificant.

But where are the aliens?

"The future will give you the answer."

Facing Charles' doubts, Luke showed a mysterious smile.

However, his smile immediately froze.

The strong suction like a water pump almost wraps people's souls.

"Nothing else, you can go out."

Luke articulates clearly and speaks slowly.

Charles left the office with his sister, and before he closed the door, he glanced at Mr. Principal, who was holding the large table with both hands.

"Ruiwen, do you think... Mr. Principal, his expression seems to be painful?"

Looking back on the conversation, Charles felt like Superman was holding back some kind of emotion.

He's a psychic, and he's very intuitive in this regard.

"I'm hungry, Charles."

Rui Wen looked confused and said while covering her stomach.

She didn't pay attention to those details at all, just thinking about being able to eat a dessert earlier.

"Well, maybe I saw it wrong."

Charles took his sister's hand and walked to the restaurant.

In the principal's office, the White Queen, who was not there, wiped the corners of her mouth and glanced at Luke with a little pride.

"Is this your first time?"

There was a certain compulsiveness in her question.

"I tried it once with Malena, but it was in a fancy restaurant."

Luke answered frankly.

"Huh. Then next time we'll go to a fancy restaurant!"

The White Queen held her head up.

Although there is no idea of ​​competing for jealousy, she has a strong determination to win in this regard.

"Do you know that this will only make me cheaper?"

Luke loosened his tie. He had meant to come to his last serious meeting.

But Queen White was the headmaster for the first time, and the excitement of having a career was somewhat difficult to calm down.

"I can still make you a little cheaper. For the sake of exam results, the female student who had to submit to the principal... What do you think?"

The White Queen turned around and messed up her blond hair, making herself more like a pitiful female student rather than a powerful headmistress.

"Or, the arrogant headmistress, and the extraordinarily strong security guard."

Luke cleared his throat, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of water.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was indeed a little squeamish.

Role-playing is everyone's favorite game.

Both men and women.

"Is it too early at this time?"

Luke pretends, barely maintaining a decent image.

The White Queen pressed on, she liked to see Superman lose his temper.

"Principal Cavill, if you can give me an A in the final exam... I can give a lot!"

The blonde beauty blinked, her hands behind her back, and an innocent expression on her face.

hiss!

It's so quick to get in.

Luke sighed.

He decided to cooperate with each other's performance.

It's not because you can't hold back and succumb to temptation.

I just want to play a role-playing game and do my job as a principal.

Luke believes that his own perception of this profession is only superficial and superficial.

Need to dig deeper and deeper into the meaning.

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