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The two of them landed slightly away from the target, and Daisy didn't teleport right in front of Professor Charles. She was afraid that the old man would stand up after being startled.
They were currently on the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters' playground. Many young mutants stopped playing with their toys and curiously eyed the tall black man and a young girl who suddenly appeared.
Nick Fury has been here twice before, and after recognizing the direction, he headed towards the main building.
Professor Charles Xavier never had a regular job in his life, staying home for sixty years, but he was still an old American tycoon who had no worries about food and clothing. While his close friend Magneto was lashed in concentration camps, Charles happily lived in the United States.
With superior living conditions and powerful abilities, Professor Xavier completed what others might struggle to achieve in a lifetime in the first twenty years of his life. With nothing else to do, he began focusing on his mutant kin, dedicating his life to this seemingly fruitless cause.
The school originally belonged to the Xavier family manor but had been transformed into a school building.
Professor Xavier protected the children here very well, but Daisy felt it was almost too good. There was no sense of crisis; as she walked along the way, she didn't see anyone seriously studying or developing their abilities. They were all just playing.
Based on her personal experience, if the superpower is not developed by oneself, it will always be just a decoration. For example, Daisy from the original timeline could only make shockwaves, and most of the time, she followed Coulson to run around without investing time in developing her abilities.
Like the Legendary mutants like Iceman, hyped up so fiercely in the comic setting that he could ignore the physical rules and make ice from scratch. But In reality? He could only create a few ice pillars or spikes in a battle. Forget about advanced derivative development; he wasn't even proficient in his own abilities, and the abilities were completely abandoned by his own training.
Big potential? What good was big potential if it didn't determine the outcome in battles? Just wait to die…
"You've arrived quickly; the professor is waiting for you." While Daisy was lost in thought, Storm descended from the sky, and guided them inside.
"Does T'Challa also live at the Xavier School? I thought you two had found a place outside," Daisy curiously asked.
Storm didn't shy away from their relationship and replied candidly, "We initially planned to live outside, but the professor said there are so many rooms here, so we stayed."
Daisy chuckled and changed the topic.
Professor Xavier's decision had a deeper meaning. He was afraid Wakanda might have unfavorable intentions towards the outside world, so he had Black Panther stay at his own home.
It was both to enhance understanding, but also to deter.
Looking at all the mutants all over the place, Black Panther must have been quite terrified, right? Daisy thought with a hint of mischief.
Entering the mansion and walking through the corridors, Daisy glanced around at the decorations. Colorful paintings adorned the walls, and every few meters, there were large blue-and-white porcelain vases, giving a vintage and cultural atmosphere. Many students were careful when walking past the vases, fearing they might accidentally knock them over.
Daisy couldn't help but laugh. Professor Xavier was quite clever, placing many fake vases along the side of the corridor, tricking the students who didn't understand, just to help them calm down their restless mentality.
Real blue-and-white porcelain vases could never be half a person's height; if such a rare treasure existed today, it wouldn't be casually placed by the side of the corridor. From this, one could infer that those oil paintings were likely fake as well and not originals.
"Colonel Fury, Miss Johnson, welcome to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters." At the end of the corridor, a gentle and elegant old man in a wheelchair looked at them with a smile on his face.
The old man wore a suit and tie; if it weren't for his bald head, he would undoubtedly be charming...
Daisy carefully sensed it, but neither her Kun-Lun ring nor her own being showed any anomalies.
This made her secretly relieved.
Following Professor Charles Xavier were a man and a woman. The man, tall and had an outstanding temperament, wore deep red glasses and had laser eyes. His laser eye ability connected to a mysterious space; his eyes were a gateway between two worlds. When fighting, he could emit red beams to destroy the enemies. He was Professor Xavier's important deputy, the leader of the X-Men, and later even became the leader of all mutants—this young man was Cyclops.
The intellectual beauty beside him wearing a red dress and high heels was Jean Grey, the current host of the Phoenix Force. Even in a suppressed state, she still possessed telepathy and telekinesis, among various other abilities.
With his hands behind his back, Cyclops looked at Nick Fury and Daisy with some doubt, while Jean pushed Professor Xavier's wheelchair. Although the wheelchair could move automatically, she wanted to do her part.
Daisy knew that Nick Fury was going to have a private conversation with Professor Xavier and then communicate with Black Panther. She stopped at the door of the room.
The remaining three young people also halted outside the door.
"Are you interested in touring our school?" Storm, who was familiar with Daisy, took on the role of hosting.
Daisy had nothing better to do, so she agreed immediately.
Cyclops-Scott Summers and Phoenix-Jean Grey thought about it and decided to accompany them throughout.
The mansion was quite large, but no matter how extensive it was, it was still a house. They toured both the upper and lower floors in half an hour.
The conversation between the two big shots had not yet concluded.
"Would you be interested in checking out our training room?" Storm had been wanting to spar with Daisy for a while. She didn't have a chance before but now seemed like a good opportunity.
In a world that values strength, if you have power then you will be respected. Daisy, of course, wouldn't refuse a challenge.
They agreed to meet outside the training room, and Storm went back to change clothes feeling quite excited. Cyclops seemed a bit intrigued, and after thinking for a moment, also went back to change.
Daisy noticed that Jean hadn't moved the entire time, so she looked at her curiously.
The red-haired, intelligent beauty smiled politely, "I'm not good at combat, so I won't be participating."
For dealing with the most perfect host of the Phoenix Force, she was very careful, afraid that saying the wrong thing might turn her dark, resulting in the Earth being obliterated!
She gave full play to her agent's conversation skills, and the two engaged in a casual chat.
"Running Xavier's school must have significant daily expenses, right?"
"Yes, with the increasing number of mutants, they are relying on Professor's funds for support..."
Start with small talk, and gradually build the relationship.
Not much time passed, and Storm and Cyclops returned to the training room. They activated the famous black technology of the X-Men, the Danger Room holographic training facility.
Daisy remembered that this training room, along with Professor Xavier's brainwave control device, eventually became artificial intelligence. Professor Xavier's staying home was quite helpful to human society; he was like a weakened version of Odin, if he casually interfered in ordinary people's things, that would ultimately cause chaos among ordinary people...
Jean chose not to participate in the fight and opted to watch from outside, while Cyclops, seeing the situation, also stayed outside to accompany his girlfriend.
Only Daisy and Storm walked into the training arena.
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