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As a skilled magician, whether manipulating lightning or hurricanes, Ororo needed a certain amount of mental power to guide them. She could still perceive the changes in mental state.
She carefully looked at Jean.
"Jean, you seem very happy today?" Regarding the state of her friend, they, including Professor Charles, had some expectations, but they chose to bury their heads in the sand and not face the facts that they were slowly losing Jean.
Today, Jean seemed to have a different vibe to Storm. She appeared to be more optimistic and cheerful?
The Phoenix's issues were somewhat taboo, not suitable to bring up when Jean seemed so happy. After a brief observation, Ororo found a way into the conversation and said with some surprise, "You're not wearing makeup today, but you still look beautiful without it. You seem lively."
She was giving her old friend encouragement. Of course, if Jean had been wearing makeup today, Ororo would have had another set of compliments ready. In any case, it would have been flattering.
"Really? I didn't pay much attention... Actually, makeup has a significant toxic effect. I wanted to try a different version of myself." Jean followed her instincts and spoke without much hesitation.
Clothing choices were a matter of personal freedom. Like the White Queen, who hadn't taken off her high heels since she was eight.
They didn't care about the students' attire, let alone the teachers. Storm just felt that Jean's change today was good and comfortable.
The two soon parted ways; Storm had to go teach her students, while Jean, in addition to being a teacher, was also the school's vice principal and had many daily tasks to handle.
Entering her office, Jean looked at her makeup-free face in the mirror. It seemed not bad?
She hummed a tune lightly and sat down at her desk to handle business.
However, her good mood couldn't be sustained for more than five minutes.
Irritability, an inexplicable irritability lingered in her mind.
Different from the feeling of a knife hanging over her head like with the Phoenix, this restlessness stemmed from the documents in her hands.
Waste! Looking at one pile after another, the daily expenses of Xavier's School were severely exceeding the standard.
Jean didn't know where this feeling came from, she just knew that she was very unhappy, extremely unhappy!
Reading through them patiently, she hadn't thought there was any problem before, but today she felt a sense of guilt. Professor Charles treated her with the warmth of a father, and this was how she was repaying him?
In front of her as vice principal, a large amount of money was being wasted unjustifiably. This was all Professor's money!
Free coffee for every student three times a day?
With a medical doctorate, Jean felt it was inappropriate. Drinking too much coffee could make people nervous and anxious. Besides, the mutant students at the school were already anxious enough because of their respective issues. Why let them worsen their mental state by drinking coffee?
She made a bold stroke, allowing only one cup per day in the future, specifically stating to encourage students not to drink it!
Taking out a calculator, she calculated swiftly. Looking at the numbers she had saved, Jean felt a genuine sense of joy from within her mind.
Air conditioning running 24/7? Totally unnecessary. Many mutants had slightly higher physical qualities than ordinary people, and their ability to withstand heat and cold was also stronger.
For ordinary people it might be bad, but high temperatures were only uncomfortable for mutants. She made some notes and limited the operating hours in the future, with cooling set to 26 degrees.
She also deleted some of the sports programs she deemed unnecessary. For example, football. Americans didn't like football, so she removed this after-school activity directly. This way, the money spent on maintaining the lawn could be saved.
Additionally, many students were not suitable for participating in competitive sports, and Jean listed them one by one, imposing restrictions. For example, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Colossus couldn't play basketball, while Iceman couldn't go skating on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
As the school's history teacher, she also had some criticisms of the current curriculum arrangements: too low efficiency and too frequent.
Take her history class, for example. Sometimes there were three history classes in one day, which was completely unnecessary! Setting up a large classroom and gathering all the students together for class, there was no distinction between advanced and basic subjects. Whether it was about the Civil War or the Revolutionary War, it made no difference to the students.
Adjusting the teacher's schedule, she believed it would instill a sense of competition among the students and break down barriers between classes. Overall, it was a kind of promotion.
She wrote various items for a whole morning, and Jean was very satisfied with her achievements. She showed her proposed changes to her colleagues.
Professor Charles felt that she was different today from usual, but everything Jean said made sense, so Professor X, who rarely used his psychic abilities readily accepted her reform proposal.
Cyclops, wearing a black fitted shirt and black casual pants today, paired with his crimson visor, looked tall and spirited.
As her legitimate boyfriend, Cyclops pretended to carefully review Jean's suggestions and expressed his approval.
Even if Jean were to go out and commit murder and arson now, he would probably hesitate but still follow along. Now, with some cuts to the existing benefits, making the students endure a little hardship, how could he stand up against it?
Storm didn't care; with her background as an Egyptian thief, she didn't have a doctoral degree. She only taught combat skills in daily life. Now that the curriculum was being condensed, she would have more time to play with T'Challa. She also voted in favor of this.
At dinner time, Cyclops took the lead and, amidst the curious gazes of the students, nailed the board labeled "Greys' Directive No.1" to the wall.
"How is it?" Looking at her handiwork, Cyclops climbed down the ladder and showed off to his girlfriend.
Jean smiled in response.
Cyclops also noticed that she was in a very good mood today and invited Jean to go for a ride with him. Maybe today they could finally make their relationship physical? Cyclops being a simp had never forced Jean to be outside her comfort zone, and seeing her happy today after being depressed because of her powers for so many years also made him happy.
As a super-rich man with a house and a car, whose parents were deceased, Professor Charles had purchased a large garage in his younger days. After he became paralyzed, he naturally said goodbye to luxury cars, and now the garage belonged to Cyclops.
As an amateur-level modification enthusiast, Cyclops had several modified cars. Now, he invited Jean to see the latest modified motorcycle. He had it all planned out: they would go for a ride, and then do some things that couldn't be described!
But Jean frowned slightly when she saw his motorcycle.
"What's wrong? Is something not right?" Scott asked curiously.
"...Scott, I'm worried about your safety." Jean stroked her boyfriend's face and said affectionately, "Tell me the truth, can you see the red light on the traffic signal?"
Cyclops wanted to say that he could see the subtle differences through his ruby-quartz glasses, but he didn't explain.
Jean seemed to know the answer. She gently wrapped her hands around Cyclops' arm. "Sell the motorcycle, let's buy two bicycles instead. Not only is it safer, but it's also good for exercise."
"I'm not going to the ride with you today, let's just have a dinner with everyone. No need to waste fuel."
What else could Cyclops, who simped after Jean, say? Between personal hobbies and women, he chose the woman!
He dictated the motorcycle's data, and Jean posted it for sale online. She planned to use the money to improve the teaching conditions and reduce or waive the school fees for several poor students, making sure to keep some with herself for emergency funds.
Cyclops could only express his full support.
Before going for dinner, Jean pushed another one of Cyclops' motorcycles away. She felt it was necessary to eliminate the hidden dangers. From now on, Scott would bid farewell to motor vehicles with that look in his eyes. The old motorcycle might not sell well online, but it could be used to modify a wheelchair for the professor!
The effect of strength is reciprocal, but the effect of mental power is not.
Daisy, as the exporter of the "capital plunder" theory, was minimally affected herself, only experiencing a slight increase in mental power.
As the recipient, Jean was influenced by some of her personality traits, while Dark Jean, in order to test someone's theory, also influenced part of her personality. With the dual effect, her reaction was much stronger than Daisy's.
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