Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Daisy was flying up and down the ceiling.

She can fly very well now, and she will not be frightened by the height anymore. Her fleshy hands and feet are slowly pushed in the air as light and soft as water, as if she is in a sea without waves, and the people below are all fish, but she It has become the most free floating light on the sea.

The old father stood leaning against the pillars in the hall, looking up at the little floating light quietly.

The most fortunate thing for him is that he didn't forget to add a pair of puff pants under the little flower skirt when he took his daughter out.

"Daddy, am I tall?" Daisy asked Tony happily.

She used to be able to fly only at home, or at the home of guests who knew her true identity. The huge energy in her small body always had to be released when she rose from the ground.

If Daisy used all this strength to grow taller, she would probably be the pillar of the kindergarten by now.

The little flying mutant is also on the ceiling.

He is a chubby little boy with curly light brown hair and a tiger head and brain, very cute.

He is a little skinny, and when the guests come, he is also a superpower, so excited, he flies with Daisy, wherever the dumpling goes, he will go there.

"Don't you know the way?"

Daisy didn't notice it at first, but then she turned her head and saw him, stopped on the ceiling, and asked.

"They don't want to fly with me." The little boy said, "I'll follow you, okay?"

It's like suddenly having a new friend.

Other mutants fly by manipulating their bodies with their thoughts, or simply grow wings. This little boy is special because he can make his body as light as air.

"I'm little Harry," said the boy.

He was older than Daisy, already five years old.

"I'm Daisy." Tuanzi pointed to himself, and then pointed to the old father underneath, "That's my father."

"I know he is your father." Little Harry looked at Tony, who was guarding his daughter, with a lot of envy in his eyes, "Your father is willing to stay with you. He is so kind."

A child with a genetic variant is a disaster for many ordinary families.

Whether it is able to fly freely or have laser eyes, it will be on the front page.

Public opinion is like a scourge, once the gates are opened, it can easily be overwhelmed.

Parents who cannot afford the exposure will do everything possible to find Charles Xavier and send their children to school.

"Where is daddy going?" Daisy asked.

She originally wanted to fly alone for a while, and when little Harry took out the lollipop from his pocket, she was willing to fly with him.

Tired of looking up, Tony looked down, and as soon as he let go, he saw Alex walking towards him with a drink.

There are many children in the school, and occasionally they fight, or some of them are still very young and don't know how to control their power, so the mutant will inevitably spend a little more energy to guide them.

"Daisy is having a great time here." Alex handed the drink to Tony and leaned against another pillar with a smile. "Isn't she really a mutant?"

"No." Tony said flatly.

He opened the tab of the can with one hand, and brought the can to his lips to take a sip.

The sizzling feeling of carbonated drinks in the mouth seems to drive away all the heat of summer in an instant.

"It doesn't matter if you're a mutant or not." Alex said, "You don't reject her, but you are willing to accept her being different, that's enough, Mr. Stark."

"If you don't mind my taking the liberty," Tony said, "I think Professor Xavier is under personal threat at his own school instead."

"Ah." Alex recalled the scene of Charles returning injured after lunch that Tony saw.

At that time, he was wondering if Tony would ask a question, but now he really asked, so he was not surprised. He just sighed: "It's not once or twice that the professor was injured by a student. It's just that this time the question is more difficult."

He shook his head: "It's rare that there are problems that the professor can't solve easily."

"Student attack?" Tony asked.

"Not long ago, the school accepted a new student, a girl who was only ten years old." Alex compared his height, "She is thinner than children of the same age, but she is extremely ferocious, and she doesn't want others to approach her. Scratch people."

He smiled wryly, "The claws are very powerful."

While the adults were talking, Daisy and little Harry were flying slowly out of the hall and into the school corridor.

Charles Xavier is really a big business. Not only does he use the castle as a school, but he can also support many mouths to eat.

"I'll take you to my favorite library." Little Harry said to Daisy.

He put up a short fat finger, with a serious look, hissed: "You can't talk loudly in the library, otherwise Scott will throw us out by the collar. He is always punished by the professor." Copying books in the library, I hate being disturbed by others."

Daisy nodded obediently.

She followed little Harry to the door of the library, and behind her was a long corridor with a half-hidden door at the end.

Inside the door was a person in a wheelchair.

Daisy's eyes were sharp, and she immediately recognized Charles who hadn't been able to have a meal with him just now. She tugged on Harry's clothes and said softly, "It's sir."

Little Harry was already in the library with half his body. When he heard the words, he flew out and poked his head to see. Then he was delighted: "What a professor! I read a poem yesterday and he said he would reward me with candy, but he hasn't given it to me yet!"

No wonder he has so many lollipops in his pocket, I think he accumulated them little by little from his usual performance.

Little Harry regarded Charles' reward as an honor. Now that he saw the professor himself, he didn't plan to enter the library, and flew over with Daisy: "If he gives me two candies back, I'll share one with you."

"Thank you." Before Daisy's candy arrived, she was happy first.

The people in this school are really generous.Either treat her to dinner with dad, or give her candy.

Daisy felt that her kindergarten was very good, but here is something different.

When the two children approached quietly from outside, Charles was lowering his head to treat the wound on his hand.

The scratch was not deep, and the bleeding looked scary. He gently wiped off the dried blood, wrapped his arm with gauze, touched the wound during the process, it probably still hurt a little, adults don’t cry out for pain easily, so he just frowned slightly wrinkled.

"Ah!" Little Harry exclaimed softly when he saw Charles' wound through the door.

His call was heard by Charles.

The professor raised his head and said to the closed door, "Is that Harry? Please come in."

"Why is the professor injured?" Little Harry flew in and circled around Charles, with anxiety written in his eyes, flickering.

It seemed that he really liked Charles.

"I accidentally hurt it." Charles smiled.

When he saw Daisy coming in behind, he smiled deeper: "Daisy is here too. How are you doing with Harry?"

Tuanzi nodded, looked at Charles' gauze-wrapped arm with big eyes, and said softly, "It won't hurt if you blow it, Professor."

Just now he was calling you Mr., but now he is imitating the example and calling someone like Little Harry.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt very much," Charles said.

But little Harry retorted: "You're bleeding, Professor! Lynn must have scratched you again. They say every time you go to see Lynn you get hurt, she's so bad—"

He was a child after all, he got excited and said everything, puffed up like a blown puffer fish.

Charles immediately waved his hand to prevent little Harry from continuing, saying, "Harry."

His pair of blue eyes looked at the little boy seriously: "You don't know what the truth is, do you? Should I say it was caught by a cat?"

"It's not a cat's scratch!" Little Harry said.

He is still insisting that the so-called "Lin" is a bad person, but it's just that he has hit a soft nail when he insists on Charles.

The professor disapproved of his views, but he was not angry because of his incorrect remarks. Wen Sheng taught him not to talk nonsense, and gave little Harry two lollipops to make up for the reward he didn't give when reading poetry.

"It won't be long before Lin will be in class with everyone. Although she is five years older than you, she is not familiar with everything in the school. If you can, help her as much as possible, Harry?" Charles asked.

Little Harry, who took the wave lollipop, looked not as happy as expected, but when Charles said so, he nodded with a straight mouth, and led Daisy out.

Tuanzi listened to the teachers and students, both primary and junior, and stood aside obediently with his little hands in his hands, without interrupting, looking up at the big desk behind Charles and the bookcase with many books.

He reads so many books.Daisy thought.

Her father also likes to read and has a lot of books.

She looked down again and saw a small photo frame on the desk.Inside the photo frame is a blond-haired older sister whom she doesn't know. She is very beautiful and smiles at the camera, which is very kind.

Daisy could not observe much more, because young Harry took her out of Charles' study.

"The professor is partial to Lin now." Little Harry took a lollipop and gave one to Daisy, still aggrieved.

A five-year-old child already has a basic concept of right and wrong, and can't understand that it is deliberate harm. How can Charles still endure it silently.

The professor is the most powerful mutant in the whole school!Didn't Lin pay a hundred times the tuition fee?

Daisy took little Harry's lollipops, and became curious about the name Harry had repeated several times, and asked, "Who is Lin?"

She remembered what Charles said, and knew how to ask and answer by herself. She nodded to herself and said, "Lin is ten years old."

"She's a bad person." Little Harry said to Daisy, gesticulating with his teeth and claws, "a terrible person! She has a centipede on her arm!"

"What's a centipede?" Daisy asked.

The curious baby seems to have shifted his focus, and little Harry stroked her arm lightly: "It's bugs! There are many bugs on her arms, one by one, red."

While speaking, the two little ones had already flown some distance away. Seeing that the library was getting farther and farther away, little Harry probably didn't want to go in anymore.Meeting Scott who copied the book will only make people feel worse.

"Did she get bitten by a bug?" Daisy asked.

"No." Little Harry said.

He rolled his eyes: "Are you going to see it?"