Marvel's Superman

When the car entered the academy, the first thing people saw was a huge bronze statue.

The cloak looked as if it was billowing, waving in an arc.

The head was raised, showing a determined look.

It was as if the light of righteousness shone on his body.

With pure copper casting, the muscle lines were outlined, which fully interpreted the strong sense of strength.

It was Superman!

"Did you have to get ... this thing?"

Luke walked out of the car and found his statue standing in the most conspicuous place in the academy, feeling a little awkward.

"Frankly speaking, I'm not a big fan of creating a cult."

He had always firmly believed that if it weren't for reputation points, he would be a modest man with a low profile and no vanity.

Becoming an idol was Captain America's business.

The White Queen smiled and explained, "I specially asked someone to build this bronze statue. You are the symbol of the academy and the guarantee for mutants."

She knew very well that the public was gradually recognizing them, and they didn't win this treatment by themselves.

It was Luke who pushed it behind the scenes, which led to the current situation.

Superman, S.H.I.E.L.D, the influence of these two mountains was increasing.

No matter who wanted to climb the pyramid of power, it was impossible to ignore their existence.

The White House was busy with the next general election, waiting for a new owner.

Eisenhower and Kennedy Jr. were actively courting Superman.

In addition to the Army and Navy Departments, the Pentagon gradually came up with a saying of 'the Superman Department' -- most of its members came from various intelligence departments.

After all, the number of S.H.I.E.L.D agents had been expanding.

The CIA and the FBI were almost dried up.

Only this time, although Hoover felt aggrieved and bitter, he was afraid to say anything about it.

This time, it was different from the past, and provoking Superman was tantamount to looking for death right now.

"Well, take me to meet your talented students."

Luke nodded, acknowledging the existence of the bronze Superman statue.

It's better to put it here than to put it in a museum.

He didn't want to be dragged away by the Ministry of Defense in the future to do ideological education for young people.

Captain America's 'patriotic education video' was simply a public execution.

"The foundation of a great school is not only the teachers and the faculty, but also the reputation that makes the students feel proud and full of pride."

"Superman is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate."

The White Queen smiled triumphantly and walked ahead to lead the way.

Although Luke wasn't a mutant, he showed a sufficiently friendly attitude.

He could be a symbol of the academy for the gifted.

"The people in Congress didn't deceive me. The architectural layout and design are good."

Luke strolled along the shore of the lake towards the school building that stood behind the dense forest.

This mutant academy in Long Island was more secluded than the mansions and castles of Westchester.

In addition to the long white buildings, there were large lawns, forests, and beaches surrounding the area, which were beautiful and relaxing.

There was a private harbor attached to the west, where one could sail out to sea at any time.

...

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In the dormitory, resting area.

"Raven, when you see Ms. Frost, you should show some respect."

Charles, who was dressed like a young adult with a bow tie and a suit, gave special instructions.

Standing in front of him was a little girl with red hair.

The round face is dotted with a few freckles.

The yellow pupils kept turning, appearing to be very spiritual.

"I know, Charles! You're so long-winded, just like Mr. Brian, always repeating things I already remember!"

The young Mystique, Raven, spoke with impatience.

Her attention was focused on the TV screen. She didn't take Charles's words to heart at all.

Ms. Frost was not a bad person, and she wouldn't hurt her.

Raven didn't understand why Charles was so nervous.

"She's a telepath, and she has similar powers to me."

Charles whispered.

"That's why during the last home visit, you were secretly thinking, 'Ms. Frost looks like a bad woman,' she should have heard that."

Raven was startled and took two steps backward, falling onto the couch with a loud 'plop'.

The face, dotted with a few small freckles, was full of panic.

"You're not lying to me, are you, Charles? I didn't mean to!"

Raven cried. Teachers and doctors were the two people she was most afraid of at the moment.

"Ms. Frost, she's not going to punish me, is she? She's not going to make me write essays or take points off my test, right?"

Compared to Charles, who was known as a 'child prodigy', Raven's academic performance was quite average.

In her opinion, exams were hell.

"If you could behave, maybe Ms. Frost wouldn't punish you."

Seeing that his naughty sister was frightened, Charles didn't say much.

In fact, this spoiled child was quite a headache.

There were all kinds of strange ideas in Raven's head and bizarre questions that even Charles couldn't answer sometimes.

For example—

"Charles, can you sing 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan'?"

"Charles, do you know why Aunt Rose is sleeping with Uncle Pierre even though she's married to Uncle Johnny?"

"...."

For his sister Raven, who pestered him, Charles occasionally wondered if he made the right choice in taking in this girl who had '10,000 questions'.

"Remember! Act like a little lady, Raven!"

After repeating the instructions, Charles fixed his clothes and led his sister to the principal's office.

Ms. Frost said that an important guest was going to come today.

Compared with Captain America, who was popular in the surrounding area and popular in comics, Superman is the mature young Charles' real idol.

Precocious children often preferred to be different from others.

Peers of the same age love the exaggerated pecs, the star-spangled shield, and America's ass.

Charles, however, worshipped Superman's image, strength, and power.

He thought that this was the perfect human form.

"Hello, young Charles."

Luke, sitting in the principal's office, saw the young Professor X knocking on the door, followed by the reserved young girl, Raven.

He didn't regard the others as children, taking candy out of his pocket, or making childish jokes.

Even though Charles was very young, he was far more mature in thinking than his peers.

Treating people as equals made it easier to earn goodwill and trust.

"Hello, Mr. Principal."

Charles said with a solemn expression.

"Seeing you is the most exciting thing I've ever done other than convincing my parents to enroll in school!"

Although Luke was only an honorary trustee, Charles still chose to address him as 'principal'.

"Ms. Frost and I are delighted to have recruited such an outstanding student as yourself."

Luke smiled, not showing the slightest sign of disgust at Charles' overly formal tone.

'Ms. Frost....'

A question popped up in Charles's clever little brain.

'Where did White Queen go? She's the Principal, right?'

'Shouldn't she be here?'

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