Cyclops was silent for a long time, cleared his throat, and spoke the first sentence of this class with difficulty.
Surprisingly, the latter is much easier than imagined.
Except that the night wind in the cemetery is a bit cool.
Fortunately, here is adjacent to the west coast, and the seasons are warm like spring—and there are a lot of mosquitoes. The teachers and students ended this fantastic lecture amidst the chirping of insects in the autumn night.
Zhang Dianyu is very satisfied with the scene on the map.
Although the students' bubbles are full of question marks, being able to ask questions at least means that they are studying hard—how Zhang Dianyu comforted himself anyway.
After the course, Warren guards came to pick up Cyclops to meet the mutant children across the street. Because what Zhang Dianyu means is that although the salary is small, don’t waste it. It’s best to enter the role as soon as possible and start taking classes.
The other prisoners were escorted back to their cells by the guards who had been standing by during the class.
Zhang Dianyu did not appear in front of Mr. Summers again, after all, the other party did not seem to welcome him very much.
He sat on the sofa with a blank expression and wondered why, and the communicator left by Stark also rang at this time.
He pressed the ON button, and a blue light screen popped up on the desktop.
Stark's face seemed to be in the battle armor, and his eyes were also glanced to the side to observe the data displayed on the holographic panel.
"Hi, Good Evening."
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
"I heard you let the X-Men into the prison today, and I guarantee they'll be the first channel of communication inside—you don't look very happy, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Then he must look even more unhappy now.
Stark is clearly aware of this as well.
"You know, it's a joke."
Of course Zhang Dianyu knew about it, but he was still thinking about what Cyclops was dissatisfied with him tonight.
He glanced at the light screen, frowned slightly and asked, "Are you in the sky... hunting someone?"
Stark paused.
"Just some work."
Zhang Dianyu seemed to know what he was referring to, but he was also speechless.
A superhero's job shouldn't be hunting down his own kind.
He looked at the to-do list in the upper left corner of the game panel, and the number of prisoners to be received tomorrow was beating from time to time.
"I know."
It seems that just looking at this, he knows what Stark is doing-something that makes him unhappy.
"We'll fix this." Stark seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said something vaguely from the back of his throat, and then quickly changed the subject, "Then contact tomorrow. Trust me, Cyclops this person —You must have a lot to complain about.”
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He glanced at Stark in the light screen, and said with certainty, "No."
"Really?" Stark seemed a little surprised.
Zhang Dianyu shrugged.
Although the attitude of Mr. Summers was a bit puzzling, at least tonight's class ended happily, and now he and Warren guards are about to walk into the secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center opposite.
Zhang Dianyu felt that at least he should be able to help - after all, the minds of these mutant children are very unpredictable, and in order to protect their identities from being leaked, it is really a bit of a waste of such a piece of land to place them here heartache.
Even from this point of view, Zhang Dianyu hoped that they would pass the government's evaluation and leave the correctional center as soon as possible, and leave these troubles to Professor X.
Perhaps one day he could close the correctional center and use the vast space opposite to build new prison cells.
Watching the engineering team building the second-story prisoner dormitory above the morgue, Zhang Dianyu fell asleep with good hopes.
Unlike him, none of the superpowers slept well that night.
After all, there are construction crews overhead.
Not only because it is a bit noisy, but also because it is very worrying whether cement blocks will suddenly fall down—this is very reasonable, after all, no one has ever seen a house with one floor and a second floor at the same time.
Amid their trepidation, dawn finally came slowly.
The prisoners, who had hardly slept all night, walked out of the prisoner's dormitory after washing, and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast against the rising sun—then saw a shocking scene.
Just overnight, above their heads, on the second floor of the morgue, a new dormitory for prisoners was actually built.
Is this reasonable
It is agreed that superpowers cannot be used in this prison
Under the bewildered and sleepy eyes of the prisoners in blue, the engineering team also entered the final stage - installing beds and toilets into the dormitories of the prisoners.
The unremarkable-looking workers carried the beds with one hand and moved in an orderly line to the prisoner dormitories in the morgue.
Loki who passed by made a contemptuous sound from his nasal cavity.
The sound woke some people up.
It also made them immediately discover the fact that they were in the same situation as such a super criminal.
Suddenly, other questions became dull. The prisoners walked towards the cafeteria to eat in resentment, accompanied by the sound of construction not far away.
At this moment, Zhang Dianyu was just sitting at his desk when someone knocked on the door suddenly.
It has to be said that during his boring working life in the prison, he gradually began to judge who was coming from the sound of everyone knocking on the door, but this time it was someone he couldn't guess.
Zhang Dianyu asked the people outside to come in.
He didn't know the person who pushed the door in—of course, a second later, when his eyes fell on the yellow and black uniform of the other party, he realized that it was Mr. Summers from last night.
—The one who took off the goggles.
Considering the attitude of the other party yesterday, he felt that this incident caused him as much surprise as the clown obediently took the medicine - after all, he was watching the clown take the pill given to him by the nurse on the map and swallow it.
"Mr. Warden." Teacher Summers nodded slightly to him.
Obviously, the other party's tone was much milder.
Zhang Dianyu felt very puzzled.
It's not that he hasn't seen those very annoying mutant pups, except for the utterly emotionless Warren guards, even Magneto was forced by them to take out the trash to breathe.
What Zhang Dianyu didn't know was that Cyclops also remembered the phone call he had with Professor X last night.
"Scott, how are those kids?"
When Professor X's gentle voice came from the receiver, Cyclops was silent for a moment.
"It's terrible," he replied. "I mean the kids—but they're living in a…" He paused, trying to find the right word to describe the situation, "—it's okay."
In theory, the little white house where the mutant teenagers live is really not in good condition. The dorms and showers are adjacent, next to the dining room and kitchen, cramped and cramped.
But the vast courtyard outside is not a decoration—there is actually a place where children can move around within the specified time.
If Cyclops was hostile to the prison when he first walked into the kids' dorm, it was gone when he got on the phone from Academy X and cleaned the flour from his hair at the same time. live.
It's not an exaggeration to say that these little bastards are demons.
If it weren't for the fact that their superpowers couldn't be used here, there would be more than just flour on his head. You must know that some children even took out a lighter they stole from no one knew where, trying to detonate the flour on his head.
It's worth it.
The child was locked in the toilet instead of the confinement room by the Warren guards. Many children cried and wet the bed that night.
Cyclops was very irritable.
Although Professor X received many problem teenagers, he almost understood why these children were forced to stay in the correctional center—their situation was much worse than those problem teenagers who were only a little bit rebellious. Even if it is against the teacher to come to class, will the ordinary rebellious child try to set his teacher on fire to make fun of others
Mr. Warden also arranged for someone to come in and change the sheets when they went out to do exercises in the morning, which is already conscientious enough. Even if it was someone from X Academy, he didn't know who else could stand these brats except Hank and the professor.
It's just that the employee who came to change the sheets looked tall and familiar, but kept his head down, so he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Cyclops tried to ask the other party to ask, but unexpectedly, the other party quickly left with the bed sheet in his arms.
This made him feel a little suspicious, and secretly kept this matter in his heart.
But he also thought that maybe he should visit Mr. Warden to clarify the misunderstanding last night—maybe it wasn't a misunderstanding, but his own misunderstanding about this place.
He has been to many institutions that conduct research on mutants privately under the guise of the government, and he naturally has a sense of resistance to such places, but this place seems to be a little different.
After all, according to the files recorded in the book, there are still many children who were originally rescued, and some of them have already been sent to X Academy. This part was considered unsuitable to be released to the society because of the criminal record, so it was taken in by the warden who participated in the rescue operation and placed in the prison, and such a correctional center was established.
Cyclops thought for a moment. It just so happened that because of last night's behavior, today's class was canceled by the Warren guards according to the regulations. All the participating children—that is, all—must participate in labor service today as a punishment, so they will meet after breakfast Being locked up in a house to write greeting cards.
He had read the words of these children—he doubted that the warden would not be able to receive the money for this order.
The greeting card is too ugly.
Cyclops sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the task.
He wasn't here to teach kids how to write - or, Professor X didn't think so. The X-Men of the follow-up force are ready to go, and after waiting for his message, they can cooperate internally and externally to rescue the children.
Now he wondered who could get him out—was he really going to teach these street-bred punks how to write
This is destined to be an impossible task.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Mr. Summers who was standing upright on the opposite side, and both sides were a little embarrassed for a while. He could only point to the sofa, breaking the silence.
"Mr. Summers, please take a seat—did you have a good night last night?"
Cyclops stroked his re-sprayed hair, speechless.
Zhang Dianyu was also silent for a while.
Judging from Mr. Summers' reaction, it doesn't seem to be very pleasant...? Theoretically, he came here specially to take care of these children, so Zhang Dianyu was very relieved, and even had a dream of closing the secret mutant juvenile offender correction center as soon as possible.
Teacher Summers raised his head: "Mr. Warden, I want to apologize to you for what happened yesterday."
Zhang Dianyu was slightly taken aback.
He even couldn't resist opening the game panel, wanting to check what happened yesterday from the schedule, and why Mr. Summers suddenly changed his attitude so much.
But it only showed that today's class was cancelled, and the mutant children were collectively punished for copying today.
Zhang Dianyu clicked on a piece of work assigned to these children by the Warren guards from the order, and his face turned green after reading it.
No matter which gift company placed the order, the cards must have been wasted—even if they had to pay for the cards.
After all, only by handing in the task can you get all the final payment including the greeting card.
What the hell is this writing? Let alone ugly, and it's all typos.
Summers looked at Mr. Warden's downcast face, and didn't speak for a while, maybe the other party did have a reason not to accept his apology.
After a while, Zhang Dianyu let out a long breath, trying to lighten the heartache a little.
"Ms. Summers." He nodded stiffly to the other party, "It's nothing, let's sit down and talk."
Summers nodded, sat down on the couch—and felt a tingle in the back of his hand.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He seemed to have forgotten that the cactus was still next to the sofa.
The eyes of the two focused on Summers' left hand. After a while, Zhang Dianyu took out a roll of bandages from the drawer and handed it over.
Summers: "I'll just do it myself."
Zhang Dianyu coughed, and quietly kicked the cactus pot to the side.
Two minutes later, he was sitting next to Summers and doing the bandages together.
I don't know why, but the cactus seems to be in good spirits today.
Zhang Dianyu thought with some displeasure that sooner or later he would stew this pot of cactus for Lecter.
Amidst the bandage-wrought distress, the atmosphere seemed a little less rigid, though more awkward.
"Mr. Warden, in fact, Professor X hopes to transfer more mutant teenagers who need...'rescue' to this prison." Summers said suddenly.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help shaking his hand subconsciously when he heard the words, and blood oozes from the bandage.
"These teenagers can't take them all into the school because they have criminal records—they need a... place to go." Summers remembered that the flour last night was also a bit itchy, but he had to admit that letting these juvenile delinquents live on the street It's not a good way to run around and cause trouble on the Internet.
Anyway, they're underage, and giving them up and letting them fall into the hands of a research facility is unacceptable to the X-Men.
"Of course, in return, the social service credits of the students in College X can also be volunteers where the prison needs them."
The prison files had been sitting in Professor X's filing cabinet long before he came here—even before he got Banner's call.
However, due to the inability to intervene, and the small number of mutant juvenile delinquents in the correctional center, no countermeasures have been proposed.
However, after receiving Banner's call, Professor X called him urgently and revealed to him all the current knowledge about the prison.
As far as they know, not even Stark and Wayne can make other investments in prisons outside of the Order. As for the order from the prison—Professor X also came into contact with it a little bit through other channels, and I feel that there is no difference.
But as far as he knows, the prison has recently taken over a lot of damage control work. If we start from this aspect, the children of X Academy can just help a little.
Summers waited anxiously for Mr. Warden's response.
Zhang Dianyu was also a little tangled in his heart.
I have to say, he was very impressed with Summers's proposal - but mutant children are really exhausting.
What's more, did his dream last night just count
Zhang Dianyu's bandages got tighter and tighter, and then he heard himself say to Mr. Summers, "Well, happy cooperation, then."
At the same time, he sighed inwardly.
At this moment, Banner suddenly knocked on the door and broke into the office.
"Mr. Warden, the Scarecrow showed up in Untitled Town—I'm sorry." He saw the situation in the room clearly, and said with some doubts and regrets.
Why is Mr. Warden sitting on the couch with the new mutant teacher getting bandaged
However, considering that Untitled Town is the home of Mr. Fergus, it may have an extraordinary meaning to Mr. Warden.
So he had to come immediately and inform Mr. Warden of this matter.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a while.
It seems that Klein is not very calm.
"What about the casualties?" he asked Banner. "Tell Wilson that we're going to town."
"He has been controlled by the sheriff in the town and is waiting to be handed over to the FBI who came because this is an interstate crime." Banner replied. He paused, and continued, "But this time he seems to have a bit of a bad start - there are currently zero casualties in the town, and the statistics are still being counted."
Zhang Dianyu thought about it - indeed.
Considering that the few teachers who went to the town didn't stay for long, maybe Klein finally couldn't hold on, and they all came here to run away.
But I didn't expect that the people in Untitled Town didn't know what fear was.
Or rather, the locals called the police right away when this psycho with a strange, broken mask showed up in town.
It is estimated that the scarecrow would never have imagined that he would overturn like this.