[Zhongyingmei] Plant girlfriend

When it was time to go to bed at night, I didn't feel sleepy, and I was still thinking about mutants.

I know that there are mutant organizations in this world, the Xavier School for Gifted Youth opened by the X-Cult, and the brotherhood led by Magneto, but they are not the only ones.The news is occasionally reported on TV, both positive and negative.

It is worth mentioning that both of them are handsome guys that are rare to see. Can mutant genes optimize their looks?Or, to be a successful leader, one must have a good face.I thought about it and I was happy.

I vaguely remember that Professor X seems to be able to search for mutants. I hope not to be found, and I don't want to go to any genius school. I am very satisfied with my current life.

But maybe my ability is not caused by a mutant gene at all. You know, there are Thor, Hulk, Captain America, and Spider-Man here. They have different ways of obtaining abilities.

In any case, I am very fortunate to have this ability, at least the basic self-protection ability.I must practice hard to protect Jane, emmmmm, and Peter...

I lay in bed thinking about it, and gradually fell asleep...

Jane and I bumped into Peter at the school gate the next day, looking sprightly in his athleisure outfit and backpack.

I took the initiative to greet him: "Good morning, Peter!"

He smiled at us shyly: "Good morning! Margery! Jane!"

Jane looked at us deeply, smiled and said nothing.

I was numb from her look, so I gave her a veiled look, signaling her to restrain myself.

"Do you want to have lunch together?" I turned my head and asked Peter.

"Of course, I don't know if you would mind joining Ned too. We usually have lunch together."

Jane put her hand on my shoulder and answered for me: "We don't mind."

I nodded in agreement.

The class was about to start, the three of us didn't say much, and after a simple farewell, we each walked to the classroom where the class was to be held.

I am going to take the course of contemporary history, because it is an elective course, the location of the classroom is relatively remote.

I walked through a long corridor with my book in my arms, and classmates passed by in a hurry from time to time.The roses on the promenade are in full bloom, the breeze blows, the pink flowers sway gently, and the air is filled with the elegant fragrance of roses.

At this time, a gentle female voice came to my ears: "Hello! Miss White."

I kept walking, and turned my head to look in the direction of the sound, but found that at some point, all the students around me stopped, maintaining a certain posture of stillness, only a girl next to me kept the same attitude. As the pace progressed, there was no doubt that the voice was hers, but I was pretty sure I didn't recognize her.

I was taken aback. If it wasn't for the sun still shining brightly in the sky, I almost thought I had seen a ghost.

The female voice sounded again:

"Sorry, I seem to have frightened you. Allow me to introduce myself to you. I am Charles Xavier, Headmaster of Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."

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