Peter adjusted the glasses on his face and glanced at his students looking up at him. Holding his phone and covering the speaker, he said to them:
"Hang on, I'll be back once I answer this call."
As he said it, he left with his phone, and the little mutants who were seated behind their desks immediately started to chatter.
"I bet it's Gwen again, she used to call Teacher Peter three times a day!"
"Lower your voice, if Teacher Peter hears you, he'll scold you!"
"What's to fear? Teacher Peter is very gentle, much better than that Osborn."
"Whenever Osborn teaches our class, he always talks about how he met his girlfriend. He even says we gossip..."
"Alright, who isn't studying seriously?"
Harry pushed the door and walked in. The classroom immediately quieted down. He tossed a textbook onto the table and said, "Teacher Peter has something to do outside. I'll be leading the next two classes..."
"Come, take out the economics textbook from before and turn to page 12. Let's reinforce what we learned last time..."
Peter opened the door with his phone in hand, gave a wave to Harry, and then said to the students seated below, "I'll be gone for a while; the Physics and Engineering classes will be temporarily halted. In the spare time, other classes will be arranged to make up.."
"Hey, don't look at me like that. It won't be free time all day right?"
"Rest assured, the new teacher is very professional and kind, much gentler than me..."
After saying that, Peter closed the door, leaving the students inside looking at each other.
Among them, Shadow, a mutant who had previously worked with Peter and also joined The Avengers, turned his head to Amplifier and said, "A kind new teacher? Could it be Professor Connors? He is indeed kind if he doesn't turn into a lizard…"
"I guess it's Professor Banner. He's pretty gentle if he doesn't turn into that grumpy big green guy. I helped him send food to his girlfriend last time, and he even gave me a box of chocolates…"
"Alright, quiet down, you'll meet the new teacher tomorrow. Now let's start the class."
Meanwhile, Peter found Magneto in his office at the Capital of the Sky Island in the Andromeda Galaxy. He began to explain:
"A friend of mine is in trouble right now. He hopes that Spider-Man from every universe can help him find someone in the multiverse. This is a little tricky, but the reward is quite high…"
Magneto wasn't wearing his battlesuit, nor his helmet. He sat behind the table, his expression cold, staring at Peter, he said, "So, you plan to break your promise?"
Peter was taken aback, seemingly unsure of why Magneto's attitude was so poor. He then looked into Magneto's eyes and gently explained, "No, of course not, but I do need to leave for a while…"
"So you mean, you're going to break the contract." Magneto's tone remained low and indifferent.
Peter sighed, walked a couple of steps forward to Magneto, and stared quietly at him with a calm gaze. In response, Magneto also looked back at him.
In the end, Magneto was the first to look away. Peter seemed too patient, as if he would stay for a year, endlessly bearing with him. Unlike other young mutants who couldn't wait to escape.
Magneto turned his head away and then Peter began to speak, "You should listen to me before making a judgment, right? "
"I don't have all the time in the world." Magneto stood up, leaning both hands on the arms of the chair.
Despite his somewhat aged appearance and black sweater, his posture remained straight and strong. His gray hair gave him a charm of vicissitude. As he stood in front of the young Spider-Man, his aura was still astonishing.
"That's why I'm waiting here. If you don't speak up, I won't finish what I have to say."
Peter looked fearlessly into Magneto's eyes, "This is what Doctor Schiller taught me. If someone won't listen to you during a conversation, and says they don't have time, then take action, waste more of their time, and make them realize that impatience is meaningless and even harmful."
Magneto straightened his cuffs slowly and dropped his eyes. He told Peter, "You're pretty bold, but this may cost your life."
"Don't always talk about life and death. It's not cool at all, but instead quite childish." Peter shook his head, and continued, "This, Mr. Stark taught me."
There wasn't anger in Magneto's eyes, despite Peter's repeated provocation. When he looked at Peter, beyond the sternness and depth, there was a complex emotion that was hard to describe, as if appreciating a brilliant gem he could not have.
"So, can you hear me out now?" Peter asked, looking straight into Magneto's eyes.
Magneto remained silent. After about a few decades, he slowly nodded. Peter exhaled gently, saying-
"Yes, I do have to leave a little early. But to compensate, I will invite a friend and teacher of mine to substitute my classes. He will teach the children more important lessons, much more important than the skills I teach."
"I believe it's a deal you wouldn't lose. In fact, I'll owe a great favor. After all, that doctor is very busy." Peter shrugged and said.
Magneto keenly caught onto certain words in his speech. Thus, he uttered the word in an elegant yet somewhat rigid tone, "...Doctor?"
Just as Peter was about to speak, Magneto said, "There are no patients here, therefore no need for a doctor."
"Then consider him a teacher." Peter seemed in a hurry to leave. He didn't plan to explain more to Magneto, but Magneto was still keen on arguing over the choice of words, he asked: "So, what can he teach?"
"Psychology, behavioral science, sociology, philosophy, and grammar..." Peter named a few professional terms, and Magneto lowered his eyes. He slowly walked back behind the desk, lightly tapped on the table with his aged but strong fingers, and said:
"I don't think it's any more useful than what you teach."
His fingers continued to drum on the table, producing regular syllables. Watching his movements, Peter stepped back and then said, "You should take back what you said earlier. This place does need a doctor because your current behavior is symptomatic of acute anxiety..."
"You mean...I'm a patient?" The things on the table trembled lightly, and then slowly started to float. Magneto's eyes grew colder. Peter shook his head and said, "I'm not a doctor, so I'm not in a position to judge if someone is a patient."
"Of course, you can also choose not to let Doctor Schiller come. I can call Dr. Banner and ask if he's available..."
"... Schiller is coming?"
Instantly, all the floating objects fell back in place. Magneto stared at Peter with deep eyes, as if trying to read deeper into him. After a pause, he asked: "...Are you sure, he's just coming to teach?"
"Yes, but it's also like a vacation. Doctor Schiller's rest home is beside the construction site of the skylane train station. There's always construction noise, so he can't rest properly. It's beneficial for his health to recover here for some time..."
"Is Professor X aware of this?" Magneto asked again.
"I'll tell the Professor. Of course, if you don't want Schiller to come, I can call him now to cancel the plan..."
"No." Magneto immediately denied it.
Seeing his reaction, Peter smiled. He knew Magneto would agree.
With the development of the solar system and the implementation of other major plans, most people got the reaction that it was not a coincidence, it was someone pushing it from behind.
What's shocking is that the person who drafted such huge plans and astonishingly implemented them is an ordinary psychological doctor, Schiller Rodriguez, who barely makes public appearances.
After realizing this, of course, many people started looking for other shortcuts. But since Schiller seldom made appearances, hardly anyone knew his daily routines and interests, except for a few superheroes.
However, everyone wanted to obtain this information, thinking it would be their talisman to participate in Schiller's next plan and get ahead of time. The mutants thought the same.
Shortly after Peter left, Magneto received a message from Professor X. Charles cautiously said from the other end:
"Erik, you have to seize this opportunity. This psychiatrist is very important for the future of the whole human race and mutants."
"So far, hardly anyone can influence his actions. So, apart from a few superheroes who are close to him, no one knows what kind of person he is, me included, I have not fully seen through him."
"Peter is his favorite student. They are both teacher-student and like father and son at the same time. If it wasn't for Peter's request, he would never be willing to leave New York for the Andromeda Galaxy. So, this opportunity is important."
"Erik, I don't ask much of you in all these years, but this time, if there's a chance to make him closer to mutants, you have to seize it."
"Because in making certain important decisions, perhaps a slight bias can create great miracles."
After Charles's voice faded away, Magneto stood still, his fingers drumming on the table again, yet this time the rhythm was more urgent, it felt anxious even listening to it.
For Magneto's enemies, he is the most terrifying devil, powerful, stubborn, unshakeable, merciless, and ready to kill until everything is destroyed.
For his friends, well, over the years, Magneto only has Charles as a close friend.
This also indirectly suggests you shouldn't befriend Magneto unless you have the patience of a saint like Charles. There's a high chance he'll piss you off.
And on the other hand, this time was not any different. Magneto was very good at infuriating others with his words and actions. But if he has to please someone or make a good impression, it tends to be disastrous.
On this day, the weather in New York was clear, and Schiller, filled with good spirits and high expectations, boarded the spaceship to the Andromeda Galaxy. He thought it would be a nice journey, and that he deserved a vacation.
The spaceship was fast, there wasn't much scenery to see. When the arrival notice sounded, Schiller, with a cup of coffee in hand, went to the window, planning to see the view near the Sky Island and enjoy the fruits of his labor.
As he arrived at the window, he froze. Then, with a "poof," he spit out the coffee in his mouth.
Outside the window, there were countless planets, but what caught the eye was the giant star. At this moment, the dazzling surface of the star was engraved with a giant welcoming message using endless solar flames—
"Welcome Doctor Schiller Rodriguez, but there are no patients here, thank you!"