This house is very big, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many students of different genders and ages in the future.

But if only one or two people live in it, then it is too big.

What's more, now Charles has no employees at all, so the house that has just been vacant for a long time has quickly lost its vitality.

If you were an ordinary person, living here alone would probably make you feel uncomfortable even during the day.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

Hong Fei went upstairs and walked straight to Charles' bedroom.

At this time, Charles was half lying on the bed with a face full of pain, holding a delicate syringe and preparing to give himself an injection.

If he didn't know what he was doing in advance, such behavior would only make Hong Fei want to call the police.

The door suddenly opened.

Charles made a move.

Hong Fei leaned on the door frame, shaking his head slightly and clicking his tongue.

Charles shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Hong Fei said softly: "This is the first time."

Then, ignoring Charles' angry expression, he walked straight into the room and closed the door.

As he got closer to the bed, Charles' brows frowned deeper and deeper. He tightly grasped the syringe in his hand and gritted his teeth to endure the pain: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't do anything else. I'm just curious about how this pain-suppressing thing is self-injected and how long it takes to take effect."

Charles' face was pale with pain at this time, and the whining sound in his throat caused a wisp of saliva to spurt out uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth with his breathing.

He glanced at Hong Fei again, as if he wanted to say something, but the physical pain and the rapid and crazy signals transmitted from his nerves made him abandon Hong Fei, the abnormal intruder, in a blink of an eye, lowered his head, and skillfully pulled the

Pull up your sleeves and aim the thin needle at your arm.

Hong Fei suddenly spoke again.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that I have seen similar scenes in many anti-drug propaganda videos or movies. No wonder I find this scene so familiar... What are you looking at me for? Keep going."

Charles remained motionless, as if frozen.

"This is not DP!" He retorted very firmly despite the pain.

Hong Fei nodded: "I know, this is definitely not the case. I just said that their injection methods are somewhat similar."

Charles' breathing suddenly became rapid, and his wheezing became heavier.

The needle is about to be inserted.

Hong Fei added: "Speaking of which, those people's addiction looks very similar to yours now. You won't become drug dependent in the future, right? What's the difference between that and addiction?"

"I told you it's not DP!!!" Charles suddenly raised his head and shouted.

Hong Fei shrugged and said: "The second time."

"What did you say?!"

"I said, this is the second time."

"the second time?"

"You scolded me when I was at the door just now, and now you are yelling at me again, so this is the second time."

Charles was stunned.

Then he was forcibly awakened by physical pain.

"Crazy!" He cursed again, lowered his head and immediately inserted the needle into the skin, as if he was afraid of being interrupted by someone again.

Then, he suddenly found that he could no longer push the plunger of the syringe.

He tried hard to force himself, but the piston didn't move, and the accumulated anger was about to be ignited.

However, the next second, he suddenly found himself floating.

No, that's not right, he did float, but his body didn't float, so what floated was...

His soul!

He watched his body pause and freeze, and his soul flew lightly to the ceiling. At this moment, all the pain that had just been felt in his body disappeared in an instant, as if everything he had endured was an illusion.

However, the current scene is obviously more like an illusion!

He suddenly looked up at Hong Fei.

Hong Fei smiled slightly: "This is the third time!"

madman!

Charles thought in his mind.

"Am I dead?" he asked.

"Don't ask such boring questions. The soul after death does not have the ability to perceive so clearly. Even if your mental power is very strong, your power will slowly dissipate after death, but you should be able to feel your current state.

.”

"What am I now?"

"Soul, this is just a special ability that can temporarily separate the body and soul. Of course, if the separation is long enough, it can also kill people quietly. As a mutant, your knowledge and imagination are somewhat limited.

It’s narrow.”

Charles reacted immediately: "Are you a mutant too?"

But Hong Fei gave him a specious answer: "I can be."

What does it mean to be able to be? Is it possible to not be? Can the awakened X gene be suppressed? Are you not afraid of harming your body?

Charles didn't understand, but Hong Fei didn't give him a chance to continue thinking.

"Charles Francis Xavier."

Hong Fei suddenly called his full name, and Charles immediately understood that something important to him would happen next, so he looked at Hong Fei seriously.

"I'm going to do something big and I need some people."

Charles: "I don't think I can help you."

"No, you do."

Charles' face darkened: "I have no ability now."

"Give up your so-called drugs, and your abilities will naturally come back."

"To put it simply, do you think that you can truly experience and understand the pain just by seeing it with your naked eyes?"

"I don't think so. I never take myself seriously. But what I mean is, I will cure you."

Charles was stunned for a moment.

Hong Fei continued: "I know you are about to get excited, but I have to pour cold water on you. Everything in the world has a price, and the price of curing you is especially expensive. Of course you can refuse, but at least in the future

You'll never have a chance with me."

Charles frowned, and the light in his soul suddenly flashed away. Then he was able to control his soul to escape from the floating state, and stood slowly on the ground.

Facing Hong Fei, he said: "What price do I need to pay?"

Hong Fei suddenly smiled: "Actually, it's not that serious. You must have made money, because what I am about to do will directly achieve your ideals."

"Um?"

"I will do many things, but the first step is to open a mutant school."

Hearing this, Charles suddenly looked disappointed and smiled sadly: "This won't work. The so-called school is like a reserve barracks in the eyes of some people. When they need someone to go to the battlefield, they will immediately come to notify you.

With a cry, take away all your students and all your hard work."

He knew very well what was going to happen. This incident obviously caused a great psychological shadow on him, so much so that famous professors and principals actually commented on and avoided the school at this stage.

Hong Fei shook his head: "It's different. In my opinion, a school's first priority is education, and the only thing that can be compared with it is one and only one thing."

"What?"

"Safety!"

"Safe... safe..." Charles muttered, looking like he was lost.

"Yes, even the issue of education has to give way before the issue of safety, because first we must ensure their lives, and then we can educate them in the wisdom of life. Otherwise, everything will be a castle in the air."

Charles's eyes suddenly flashed with little crystal spots of light.

Hong Fei continued: "You don't need to worry about safety issues, I will solve them, but I don't think anyone understands the internal problems of the school better than you.

Charles, you are indeed not a successful principal, but you are a brave pioneer.

You have practice and experience in this area. You know what they need better than anyone else. You also know better how to prevent them from having problems in school. You even understand what aspects we need to strengthen.

So, believe me, although you have not completely succeeded, you have not completely failed. You are just a little bit short, and I will make up for all the gaps for you. There is no reason not to experience the world's first mutant school.

Some difficulties and setbacks are more important because of these sufferings."
To be continued...