Rise of an Empire

Of course, as a young girl in her early twenties, Mystique is more willing to go out wearing her usual vest, which is what she looks like in front of her.

The current Mystique is not the villain boss in the later period, she is just a little woman who longs for love.

But this may be very simple for others, but for Ruiwen, it is simply a bit wishful thinking.

Even though she goes out wearing this skin, everyone will be very attentive to her, but that's all appearances.

As a mutant who can change her appearance at will, what Raven hopes most is that someone can accept her true self. But unfortunately, even Xavier, who she grew up with, cannot accept her true self. appearance.

After all, a woman whose whole body is blue and covered with all kinds of strange tentacle hairs is really hard to get hard on, right?

"It's okay. I just drank too much when I got up in the morning. I just need to go back and rest." Duke Conrad didn't have time to chat with Mystique now. After all, the evil bald man was about to appear.

"It's a bad behavior to skip class, Mr. Wei Yan," Raven looked at Conrad's name badge and said with a smile.

Damn it, can anyone tell him why Mystique is so strong?

Originally, Conrad was prepared to ignore the situation and just get out of the way. Although the management of Boulevard High School was quite strict, it still depended on the people coming.

With his status, skipping classes is not a problem at all. Besides, his parents are dead anyway, and the old butler Thrawn can only chat a few words, which is of no concern at all.

If it were the old Conrad, he would probably be a little afraid of the old butler's robot-like face, but for him, a second-generation man, there is nothing to be afraid of in mere preaching.

It’s just that although the plan is beautiful, it also requires the ability to implement it.

Raven held Conrad's arm tightly. As a mutant, even if she was not known for her strength, she was definitely not someone ordinary people could resist.

"I feel like I'm healed. Can you please let me go, beauty?" Conrad said with his signature smile as he looked at Mystique, who was holding on to him unyieldingly.

How pitiful, he had already seen the dark light reflected by that evil bald head in the corridor.

Since you can't run away, you'd better sit down and pretend to be an ostrich. I guess the evil bald man won't be able to read minds everywhere.

Conrad quickly ran back to his seat and used everything at hand to build a simple defense device on the table.

That is to say, stack a few books and then open a large magazine and stand on the table to resist the teacher's gaze.

This is basically a skill that all bad students know, and teachers all know that if the student's desktop is arranged like this, then the kid is either playing or catching up on his sleep.

After doing all this, Conrad quickly bent down and leaned on the table in order to minimize the chance of appearing in Charles' sight.

After all, the seat he is sitting in now is the legendary protagonist's seat. It is the second-to-last window seat. If you turn your head, you can see the Empire State Building, the landmark of New York. According to memory, Conrad was not a good student. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten such a good spot.

"Which classmate by the window? Although I know that young people are more unrestrained, but we are still in class now, could you please pay attention to the impact?" Just when Conrad thought that his strategy of pretending to be dead could be successful, he only A gentle voice was heard coming from the podium.

This voice sounded extremely soft and friendly, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, but to Conrad's ears, it felt as if he had fallen directly into an ice cave.

Charles Xavier, this evil bald man, has already pretended to be an ostrich himself, why is he still targeting him?

He raised his head in confusion, and two scantily clad girls suddenly appeared in front of him.

Norman Osborn winked at him, and Conrad realized that he had just held the largest magazine in front of him, but who would have thought that it was the latest edition of Playboy.

This magazine, founded in Chicago in 1953, has gradually become popular throughout the United States and has become a good tool for teenagers to relieve their worries and boredom.

Damn, this guy tricked me

There was no memory of this magazine in his mind, so he didn't even have to think about it to know that Osborne, that bastard, must have put it on his desk.

Seeing Norman mouthing the expression "you're welcome", Conrad really wanted to stuff the Playboy in his hand into his excretory organ.

You bastard, you really tricked me to death.

On the podium, Professor Charles was smiling with squinted eyes. His short flaxen hair looked carefully combed, and with his gentle expression, he looked like an idol version of a young man.

Now he is not the famous evil bald man, but a passionate young man who is giving speeches everywhere to promote his theory of genetic mutation.

Charles Xavier is only twenty-five years old this year, and he is in his prime. Because his mental strength is far beyond ordinary people, this guy graduated with honors from Harvard University when he was sixteen years old. Now he is already a major in genetics and A dual PhD in biophysics, summed up in one simple sentence.

This guy is a scholar

Of course, for an evil boss with the ability to read and control minds, Conrad seriously doubted whether this guy had brainwashed the instructors who were conducting the assessment.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Conrad, with a normal expression, realized his mistake very sincerely, put away the magazine, and then began to stare hard at the blackboard. His serious expression almost made Norman Osborne forget it. His own eyes popped out.

When did my best friend become so hardworking and serious?

Conrad stared at the blackboard aimlessly, trying his best to relax and think about nothing.

After finally making it to the end of get out of class, he felt like he had almost become a fool.

It was a complete ordeal to think about nothing for forty minutes.

But fortunately, Charles either really didn't notice him, or he was still a young boy. After the class, the other party didn't make any strange moves, which made Conrad's heart hanging in his throat a little bit. Got some relief.

"Conrad, what's wrong with you? Why do you feel so ugly?" Norman Osborne walked up to his best friend and asked strangely.

Duke Conrad, who is lying on the table, just wants to be a quiet salted fish. Staying with a guy who can read minds is simply too torturous.

"Ruiwen, what do you think of that student just now?"

The evil bald doctor and Mystique were walking side by side in the corridor. Charles seemed to have thought of something interesting and asked with a smile.