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It's Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.she thinks.

Charles quickly reacted and cut off this connection. At this time, the stylus began to gradually become transparent from the root, and finally the tip disappeared into the air.Dolores touched her back and felt nothing, but she could feel them, walking around the room with her will, completely illusory.

When she focused on the filaments, it was as if she had an infinite number of eyes, seeing everything she could see in all directions at the same time.For example, now she can see the manufacturer's label on the new coffee table, and at the same time, a pigeon is walking around on the window sill in the kitchen, and the empty cans that Van Gogh ate up are thrown on the floor at will, and the remaining The scum stained the floor mat next to it.

She shook her head, driving all these out of her mind, and at the same time used her consciousness to gather these invisible tentacles back into her brain.

With a dull pain in her temple, Dolores hugged her head and said uncomfortablely, "What's going on..."

Charles leaned forward with concern, and gently placed his warm palm on her arm: "This is normal. It is easy to exceed the load when using the ability for the first time. This is your consciousness, your ability, I have never seen it before. A mutant who can materialize thoughts, you are indeed special."

"But you must be careful." His face became serious: "Try not to materialize your thoughts in the future, it is too obvious, and it will be dangerous to expose, it is connected to your brain, if these tentacles are damaged Injury, and irreversible damage to your brain."

Dolores looked up at him, bit her lip and said, "My head still hurts."

Charles said: "Rest, just have a good night's rest. Tomorrow is Saturday. Would you like to go to Xavier with me? There are many people like you there."

Lots of mutants.Dolores thought, she really should go and see, as a newcomer who doesn't understand anything, it might be beneficial to learn more, even if she doesn't transfer to another school?

"Okay." She finally nodded, and Charles raised the corners of his mouth and said gently, "Go and rest, everything will be fine once you get some sleep." He shook the wheelchair back, "I should go."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Dolores sent Charles away, washed up carelessly, and hurriedly went to bed with a dull ache in her head.The mental overdraft made her exhausted, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep after touching the pillow for more than ten seconds, until Van Gogh woke her up the next morning, and she had no dreams all night.

Sunlight poured into the room from the open window and shone on her face, warm and bright, Van Gogh jumped on the bed, poked her cheeks with his paws, meowed and purred in his throat.

The sun was a little dazzling, and Dolores woke up with squinted eyes in confusion. Van Gogh looked at her with his head tilted, and sniffed at the tip of his nose: "Meow~"

Everything that happened last night was like a dream. She lay in bed for a while and wondered if it was true, staring at the ceiling, Van Gogh pushed her impatiently, meowed lowly, and turned around Jumped out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Okay, I'm up." She muttered in a sleepy voice, threw off the quilt and hurried to wash and change clothes.

When the pointer reached exactly nine o'clock, Dolores finished tidying up, the doorbell rang, and she ran to open the door. Charles was in front of her door in a wheelchair, with two steaming hot servings in his arms. Freshly baked sandwiches and coffee.

"Good morning, Dolores." His smile was gentle and genuine.

It appears to be true.She thought in a cloud.

The two finished their breakfast in the house, and Dolores couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, when are we going to Xavier? Are we going by train?" It should be quite far, she thought.

Charles was stroking Van Gogh on his side at this time. The snow-white cat fur was free of impurities, dazzlingly white, and had an excellent hand feel, while Van Gogh seemed to be very docile like a cat, eating cat bowls with his head buried cat food.He smiled at Dolores and said, "No, faster than that."

Dolores tilted her head puzzledly: "Airplane? Is it that far away?" Can she make it back by Monday?

Charles withdrew his hand, a men's watch was protruding from the sleeve of his suit, he looked down at the time, it was nine fifteen. "Oh." He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's almost time."

What time?What is it?

Dolores became more and more puzzled, and the next moment, between the dining room and the kitchen, a group of purple sparks suddenly flickered in the air, like a drop of purple paint dripping into the water, quickly spreading and pulling away, the air was pulled Open a hole, and at the other end is an office or something. There is a large desk in front of the bookshelf on one wall. A purple-haired girl stands there, holding the hole with her hands outstretched, and said to Charles : "Professor, good morning."

"Good morning, Twinkle," Charles greeted, in a flat tone, as if the scene was a common one.

The girl had an Asian face, which made Dolores feel familiar, although her hair was purple, and her green pupils almost filled the eye sockets.

Blink glanced at her, sized up the dumbfounded blonde girl, and said to her with a smile, "Hello, newcomer."

"Let's go." Charles walked through the wheelchair, turned around and said to Van Gogh, "Come on, you can take a look too."

Dolores had no choice but to close her mouth silently, and walked over cautiously.

She was still wearing slippers, and when she stepped onto the dark brown floor of Xavier's office, she flickered back, and the unscientific hole connecting her apartment shrank and disappeared, as if it didn't exist at all.

"Welcome to Xavier," Charles said to her.

Blink stepped forward and pushed open the oak door. Outside the door was a corridor. Outside the high arched windows of the corridor, there was a large open grassland and some trees in the distance, and the garden and gravel path next to the big house were nearby. .

It's quite lively here, there are voices of people chatting and laughing in the corridor, and some teenagers who are about her age walk by in twos and threes in the garden downstairs.

She walked the halls with Charles, and occasionally students passed by with their schoolbags and textbooks, and they looked like students in Midtown High School.But when Dolores saw with her own eyes a ten-year-old girl by the pond downstairs reaching out to freeze a small piece of water into ice, she suddenly realized that this school was indeed full of mutants and superpowers.

Hank McCoy opened the door and came out of the room, just in time to see Charles and the new little girl in the corridor, standing behind Charles and looking at him blankly.

Gosh!Big Blue Monster!

The tall and strong monster is wearing a plaid shirt and trousers, with blue skin on the exposed hands and feet, and a pair of glasses on his fluffy face. If you ignore his appearance, his outfit is completely A bookish scientific researcher.

Hank walked towards them and smiled at her, showing his white fangs: "Hello."

Dolores realized that she was staring at someone impolitely, and nodded to him quickly: "Hi." She looked away, but couldn't help but secretly raised her eyes.

At this moment, Hank noticed Van Gogh. He came out from behind Charles' wheelchair and stared blankly at himself. His dark green cat eyes were full of curiosity. He had an eye-catching and huge figure, slightly higher than a human knee. , fluffy and soft snow-white long hair looks like cotton candy.

"This is Dolores' cat, Mr. Van Gogh." Charles glanced at him sideways and introduced with a smile.

Van Gogh happily gave Charles a long meow, because he treated himself like a human being with great respect.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Van Gogh." Hank bent down and scratched his chin with his long blue nails. The soft and slippery cat fur felt great and felt like cotton candy.Hank looked at Van Gogh's missing part of his left ear, oh, so that's the case, he smiled kindly.

Charles said to Dolores: "I'm going to teach the children. You can go around with Hank. If you have any ideas, you can mention them at lunch. You will like them. Today's lunch is cheese gratin Seafood pasta, and cranberry biscuits."

"Good professor." Dolores said obediently, and Van Gogh raised his left front paw and waved at him: "Meow--"

Dolores glanced at him, acting as an interpreter: "He said 'goodbye'."

"Have fun, you too, Mr. Van Gogh." Charles left, Hank hesitated and said, "So, your cat is mutated by your ability?"

"We don't know." Dolores and Van Gogh shook their heads. She looked at the garden downstairs, where a bunch of roses bloomed, and the students sat on the benches or took a walk by the pond.

"Where can we go?" Dolores asked, pointing to the downstairs, and Hank said, "Of course, let's go."

This is the first time that Van Gogh has been so blatantly outdoors since he mutated. He was very excited. He trotted around a small fountain in the garden to catch white butterflies in the flowers.

He attracted the attention of many children, and everyone looked at him and the strange Dolores, guessing her abilities.

"I guess it's animal control or something."

"Nonsense! She can't control the cat from getting so big."

"Shh, here comes the cat."

The group of teenagers were pushing and shoving away from the path, but Van Gogh jumped onto a statue by the side of the road, stepped on the half-shattered head, and looked at them leisurely.

Those deep green eyes stared straight at them, as if he heard their discussion, Van Gogh meowed lowly, tilted his head, and looked down at the group of children condescendingly.

"He looks at your piano." A girl with long ginger hair was pushed forward, and she muttered, "You are so gentlemanly, gentlemen."

When she met the eyes of the cat, she was surprised to find that she could read the mind of the white cat, almost like a human.Generally speaking, she cannot read the thoughts of animals, because animals are not like humans, and their thinking is organized. When she tries to enter the brains of animals, there is usually chaos and chaos, only simple instincts and emotions, basically Can't figure out what they are thinking.

But at this moment, she can probably understand what the cat is thinking.

Fools, human cubs.

My butterflies are gone.

What are they talking about me?

Fool fool.

Where is my pet?Oh, chatting with the blue human.