Marvel World New Magneto

Halloween is over, and although it is November, the weather is getting warmer.The sky was blue and cloudless that day, and the morning sun shone on my body, giving me a summer-like hot feeling.

John was still running on the playground. No one asked him to do this. He persistently followed the tasks of the past training courses, completed them meticulously, and quickly moved on to the next one, until his lungs were filled with hot air. down.

When Hank came back a few days ago, he had an unprecedented heated argument with the professor. Hank's yelling could be heard throughout the college, probably because he drove away the annoying Ms. Mora, and then continued to yell in the dean's office.

The professor was hit hard. After he lifted the memory blockade, everything returned to normal. There was nothing to say. This time, even Bobby and Katie, who were closest to him, couldn't accept it.

After Hank said something, he left in a hurry. After all, he was a government minister, and he couldn't let go of his official duties no matter how dissatisfied. The undercurrent about mutants was released, and after the villain's outstretched hand was cut off, the previous obstacles disappeared temporarily. , so that he became even more busy.

At present, only Ororo and Logan are the tutors, and the impact on the lower grade students is not obvious for a while, but the senior students have agreed to leave the academy together.

Now just wait for that person to wave, and young hearts will rush towards him.

But that person never came.

John was drenched all over. He bent over and panted heavily. The sweat dripped down the tip of his nose and cheeks into the soil, and was quickly absorbed by the dry soil.

In a trance, he had a feeling of being abandoned, his heart was empty and without a goal, he just looked down at the ground in a daze.

Until a shadow blocks the sun.

"Are you crying John?" There was a slight smile in the familiar male voice. "The earth has not sunk, why is it so sad?"

"Boss!" John will never forget this scene, he suddenly raised his head, saw the most respected person through his sweat-drenched eyes, jumped up and shouted forgetfully.

The calm on campus was broken.The students rushed out, and this time Eric was coming to fulfill the promise.

After finally calming them down, they were sent back to the room to pack their luggage. Eric walked to the door of the main building and stood face to face with the bald old man across a few steps.

Across the gate.The two generations of leaders stood speechless.

In a cold building.The professor sat quietly in the wheelchair, opposite him, Eric was bathed in the dazzling sunlight.

"Hello, Professor." Eric looked at the old face, and suddenly felt like a world away.

The professor's mood was equally complicated. When this young man first came to the academy, he thought he could exert influence correctly.Then try to get him into the fraternity as the successor of an old friend.I didn't expect the situation to change so quickly.This self-assertive pawn jumped into the player's position and replaced itself almost instantly.

"Do you think violence can solve everything?" The professor asked, although he had already seen it, but his tone was inevitably a bit spicy.

"No, it can't solve everything." Eric shrugged. "As long as I can get rid of the people who get in my way, that's enough."

"If human beings are always uncompromising, you will always play your conspiracy?" The professor is always dissatisfied with the actions of young people.

"I use conspiracy when it can do a lot of good, but generally I prefer to put the choice in front of everyone. Peaceful coexistence, or forced obedience? Let them decide. I don't expect everyone to They all love us. I just ask those who make decisions to respect our power and not to judge us like saints." Eric smiled gently, with some sarcasm in his tone.

The professor was a little annoyed by his attitude, and he emphasized his tone: "But the president is dead."

"The president will always die, otherwise why would there be a vice president. This fully shows that the previous generation of politicians had the foresight." Eric spread his hands casually.

Professor angry: "You know what I mean!"

"Even if you want to kill me, the vice president has been sworn in. This country has not changed much. You see, no one is irreplaceable, whether it is the president, you, me, or human beings. We are always developing, Like the papers from your youth said, no?"

The professor was silent, he could not refute himself.

Who would have expected that a paper written by a young and frivolous would have such a profound impact.

It has affected the fate of many people and delayed their own lives.

"So young," he murmured, and the wheelchair turned back to the building.

The students happily packed their luggage and came out. Usually, when they meet this old man, they will come around, rub his face affectionately, and say goodbye to him. At that time, the old man will be infected by their vitality, as if he is also young many.But now the young man avoided himself silently, leaving from both sides like separate streams.

The professor tilted his head slightly. For a moment, he wanted to tell these children how much he loved them in his heart, and wanted to explain his difficulties to them. He almost turned the wheelchair and did so, but he finally gave up trying.

Once lost, it can never be regained.

"This is my college." The professor raised his head, only himself was left in the empty hall, and the murals on the high ceiling were like a portrayal of his life - just a story.

"Professor, we thank you." Eric said loudly outside, no matter what enmity there was, it should be over now.

The professor didn't answer, his back gradually disappeared in the winding corridor.

Without the warmth of the sun, the coldness of late autumn in the building penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Now the building is so quiet that even the heartbeat can be heard. The old man began to face the unbearable emptiness. Although he had prepared for it, he didn't realize how painful it was until this moment.

He beat his heart hard and closed his eyes tightly.

A heavy footstep sounded, walking towards the dean's office from the outside.

Soon, that square and majestic blue face appeared in front of him.

The professor hastily wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Hank, are you also here to say goodbye to me?" The old man curled up weakly in the wheelchair, and he decided to accept his fate with dignity.

"Where are you going to send me?" Hank asked back.

The professor froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, this was not the answer he expected.

"Who else can you count on but me?" Hank cursed loudly, despite his rough appearance.But his personality is extremely kind, and such an attitude is actually very rare in him.

"Damn Charles, I told you, you are just a mortal, but you have always regarded yourself as the savior. Who do you think you are?" He kept roaring.The last time it was lightning and thunder, but this time the professor was excited from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, there was one person who did not give up on himself. At this moment, Dean Xavier burst into tears, and he couldn't help sighing anymore, and it took a long time to stop his emotions.

Wiping his eyes, he laughed at himself: "What kind of savior am I, I always want to control others. Raven, Emilia, Jean, Eric. Everyone's relationship has been messed up by me, and I have only now Wake up."

"It's good that you know, they won't forget you." Hank said with emotion, pushed his old friend out of the building, and pointed out to him the situation not far away - some young children are in the Olympic Games Under the leadership of Luo Luo, they got off from the bus that Eric took. These are mutant children from all over the country. They will be added to the academy and become the new face of Xavier Academy.

soon.The college will be full of vigor again.

"Thank you." The professor moved his lips, watching Eric who was surrounded by young people and said silently.

Now he can finally comment with an outsider's tone.

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes. I really can't believe that decades of business can't keep up with a moment of hard work."

With a long sigh, he no longer has any scruples this time.

Hank also sighed, what the professor thought was not his own feelings.

"He is the protagonist of this era, and our era has passed." The warm wind blows over, mixed with the noise of children's voices, they are cute but not noisy.

Hank smiled: "Seeing that they live well, our lives have not failed."

On the other side, Eric was addressing the students, determined to use the incident to change his attitude.

"I think you already know what happened to me," he said, standing in front of the young man.

The young people nodded one after another. They already knew everything. If Qin hadn't called to reassure that the mentor was not in danger, they would have tried to go to the rescue with their own strength.

Eric nodded so he didn't have to waste his time talking.

"The attitude of human beings is like this. No matter you please them or fight against them, some people can't remember the lesson. So we must adopt a brand new attitude, not letting go and avoiding, but also accepting each other."

The young man straightened his body and listened attentively to the teacher's words.

"From today onwards, you are no longer weak ewes who are moved by someone with a stick. I want you to become brave cowboys and step on this disobedient horse." Eric said while talking to the students. Slowly patrolling in front of him. "Cowboys have two tools to deal with fierce horses, that is, the whip and spurs. If they dare to show their horseshoes to you, you must give them a whip without hesitation. If they dare to growl next, use the spurs to bleed them. A If a cowboy knows how to use those two tools well, with the hay and the soybeans, he'll find himself going nowhere."

"What are we going to do?" John asked on behalf of the students.

"Come with me, I will take you to win the honor." Erik replied.

"Should we have a name?" Alison suggested, as she saw college life as a thing of the past and couldn't wait to embrace a new life.

Eric raised his head and stared at the tallest ginkgo tree on campus for a while.

"My idea is to continue the predecessor's name." He pointed to his chest.

"We grow from the rhizome of the big tree of the academy. In the past, we have experienced pain and shame, but a true warrior will never avoid his own life. Maybe many years later, you will have achieved success and have your own. Career and family, when you talk about this past to your younger generations, I hope you can tell them with a clear conscience: I cannot say that I am a perfect saint, but I have sacrificed for my compatriots.”

"In this era, I am a superhero." (To be continued~^~)