Chapter 291

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

His conversation and behavior are trying to imitate adults.

With that serious tone, as well as meticulous hair, bow tie and suit.

Involuntarily, it will remind Luke of "little Sheldon" - an annoying person with a strong habit of cleanliness and an equally smart mind.

Young Charles highly overlaps with each other in image.

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

When Luke asked about the reasons for signing up for school, Charles seemed to have made a draft long ago and replied seriously, "I found myself different when I was eight."

"That was one night. I was a little scared because of the stage play Zorro I saw at night."

"Those dark shadows, like bats, scared me."

Luke twitched at the corners of his mouth. The plot is familiar.

In the Dark Universe next door, every time I mention Zorro, I watch the show.

There must be a dark alley, a gunman, a broken pearl necklace, and... An orphan who has lost his parents.

This classic play has to be repeated several times almost every other period of time.

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

Well, the alley in Gotham is probably Batman's nightmare all his life.

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

"Then I heard my parents arguing - it was a wonderful feeling. I heard their conversation clearly through a wall and a thick door."

"It's not just dialogue! There are complaints they hold in their hearts and don't say."

"I'm like a runaway radio, receiving all the information from the outside world."

"Those messy voices, or dark, or terrible thoughts, filled my head."

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

Charles's little face showed some color of memory.

His natural ability, so quietly awakened and appeared.

"Didn't you tell anyone else?"

Luke crossed his hands and propped his chin.

His tone of voice is very normal, but sometimes he will unconsciously take a breath, as if he is enduring something.

Charles, who has a keen observation ability, found this.

But he didn't take it to heart, but continued, "no, Mr. principal."

"This is my personal secret. I dare not tell anyone that I am afraid of being sent to the hospital or receiving some terrible treatment."

There was a touch of fear in Charles's eyes.

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

In the face of sudden accidents and uncertain future, you will still feel afraid.

So he chose to hide.

"You did the right thing, Charles."

Luke nodded and agreed.

He covered his face with his hands and twitched a few times.

His expression also became strange, as if he was suffering from some kind of stimulation.

He underestimated the White Queen. The other party's flexible tongue that can tie cherry sticks into knots is not what ordinary people can bear.

His joystick is like the pottery art touched by the heroine in the movie "human ghost".

Slippery autumn, high-speed friction, fancy rotation

Had it not been for Luke's great perseverance, he would have been unable 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 others and read their thoughts."

Charles said something emotionally, ignoring the headmaster who was not quite right, turned his head and looked at his sister in a daze.

"Fortunately, I met Ruiwen and let 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. President, I was deeply moved by your interpretation of freedom, equality and human rights."

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

"So you bravely confessed your mutant identity to your parents and became the first student in this college... You are a good child, Charles."

Luke was silent for a few seconds, leaned forward and said with a smile, "you have great talent and outstanding ability. You will have a bright future."

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

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

"Mutant talent is not a terrible curse, a painful disease - at least not for you."

"It is the wing that lets people get rid of the ordinary and fly to the cloud. It is also the key to open the door of evolution. It can let you look at the world from a different perspective."

Luke's mouth is a steaming Chicken Soup for the soul, which is completely substituted into the role of "life mentor".

"But, Mr. President, human beings will be afraid of things they don't know enough."

Charles hesitated. He had been hiding his talent for fear of being discovered by others.

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

I have to say that Charles is indeed a precocious child.

At his age, he can think of racial disputes and survival contradictions through the two camps of human and mutant people, which is much more than his peers.

"Now it shows the characteristics of conservatives and moderates."

Luke smiled, leaned forward and leaned back slightly.

The tight face also relaxed slightly.

Hide your ability, ensure harmony with mankind and avoid violent conflict

These are the guiding ideology of the bald professor.

But he didn't fully agree.

"We can't just see the disadvantages in everything, Charles. We should learn to look at problems dialectically, living space and racial disputes. These are internal contradictions."

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

"Maybe decades later, our footprints will not be limited to land, sea and sky."

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

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

Every cosmic turbulence must start with it or eventually affect it.

Luke is not a passive person. He likes to take the initiative.

Sooner or later, mankind will go out. At that time, problems such as living space and racial disputes will gradually disappear and become a footnote to history.

At that time, the countries and people on this planet need to face the three empires of the Milky Way galaxy, the cosmic elders and the tyrants

They will soon understand their insignificance and the meaninglessness of internal friction.

"I see, Mr. principal."

Charles nodded heavily, as if suddenly aware.

All internal contradictions can be transferred through external contradictions.

Compared with the malicious alien race, mutants are insignificant.

But where are the aliens?

"The future will give you the answer."

Facing Charles's doubts, Luke smiled mysteriously.

But then his smile solidified.

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

"There's nothing else. You can go out."

Luke speaks clearly and slowly.

Charles left the office with his sister. Before he closed the door, he looked at the headmaster with his hands on the wide table.

"Ruiwen, do you think... Mr. principal, his expression seems very painful?"

Looking back on the conversation, Charles felt that Superman seemed to be suppressing some emotion.

He is a psychic and has a keen intuition in this regard.

"I'm hungry, Charles."

Ruiwen said with an ignorant face and covered her stomach.

She didn't pay attention to the details at all. She just wanted to have a dessert early.

"Well, maybe I read it wrong."

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

In the headmaster's office, the white queen who was not present wiped the corners of her mouth and glanced at Luke with a little pride.

"Is this your first time?"

There was a certain competitive mood in her question.

"I tried it with Malena once, but it was in an upscale restaurant."

Luke answered frankly.

"Hum. Next time we'll go to a fancy restaurant!"

The White Queen held her head high.

Although she had no desire to be jealous, she had a strong sense of victory and defeat in this regard.

"Do you know it will only make me cheaper?"

Luke loosened his tie. He wanted to come to a serious meeting.

But when empress Bai became the headmaster for the first time, she had the excitement of her career, but it was difficult to calm down.

"I can also make it cheaper. For the sake of test results, you have to submit to the headmaster's female students... What do you think?"

The white queen made a turn and disordered her blonde hair, making herself more like a poor schoolgirl than a powerful headmistress.

"Or, arrogant and rude headmistress, with strong security guards."

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

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was really ready to move.

Role playing is a game everyone likes.

Both men and women.

"Is it a little too early at this time?"

Luke put on airs and managed to maintain a decent image.

The White Queen is pressing step by step. She likes to see Superman's gaffe.

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

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

Hiss!

It's so fast.

Luke sighed.

He decided to cooperate with each other's performance.

It's not because you can't control it and give in to temptation.

Just want to simply play role-playing games and do a good job of the headmaster.

Luke believes that his understanding of this profession remains superficial and superficial.

We need to dig deeper and more thoroughly.