I Really Don’t Want Trash There

"I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Zhan. I thought you would drive here."

Professor X sat in his wheelchair, pushed by Jean Grey, waiting at the gates of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters to welcome Zhan Liu. Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Storm, the three X-Men, stood behind him on either side.

Though the old man was advanced in years, he had the air of a scholar. His dignified, refined features made him seem naturally approachable.

He was a genius, well-versed in every field of knowledge, including Chinese, of course.

If he were not bald, he would definitely have been even more charming.

"Driving is too slow. It wastes time." Zhan Liu slowly descended from the sky.

As for the attention from ordinary people and the panic his flight might cause, Zhan Liu did not care in the slightest. What the hell did it have to do with me? Why should I waste my own time just because I’m worried about scaring you people?

Besides, the age of superheroes had already arrived. Everyone should get used to it.

"I’m pleased to meet you too, Professor X." Zhan Liu smiled and nodded in greeting.

"I’m pleased to meet you as well, Mr. Zhan. Please, let us speak inside."

Professor X smiled gently, but seeing how recklessly Zhan Liu used his extraordinary powers, he could not help feeling a faint shadow of unease about their upcoming conversation.

The group entered the school. Zhan Liu walked alongside Professor X’s wheelchair, while the others followed behind.

It seemed to be recess. Many Mutant children of all shapes and appearances ran around and played, no different from children at any school outside.

If one overlooked the fact that they often used their superpowers to cheat at games, this was simply an ordinary school.

"What do you think of the environment here, Mr. Zhan?" Professor X sincerely asked for Zhan Liu’s opinion, hoping to better understand his views on Mutants.

"It’s quite peaceful. It doesn’t look much different from schools outside, except I imagine there isn’t any of the usual campus bullying here. You could call it a paradise for Mutants," Zhan Liu said casually.

Although Zhan Liu disliked Professor X’s philosophy of compromise, as one of the two great leaders among Mutants, Professor X’s personal charisma was beyond question.

In particular, he clearly possessed the power to instantly kill every ordinary person in the world, yet he exercised strict self-control and refused to abuse it. He rarely even used such a minor ability as telepathy. That level of restraint was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

At least, Zhan Liu admitted that if he possessed such an ability, he definitely would not leave it unused.

Of course, there might have been many reasons why Professor X did not use his powers. Perhaps he was wary of other powerful people, perhaps he wanted to demonstrate his peaceful intentions to ordinary people, or perhaps he kept it in reserve like a nuclear weapon without ever firing it.

Zhan Liu had actually been able to read minds as early as the Tenth Heaven of Magnetic Field Rotation, but he had barely used it either. Not because he disciplined himself or respected other people’s thoughts, but because he could not be bothered.

Only people who cared about others’ thoughts would want to know what they were thinking. Someone as selfish as Zhan Liu had never cared what anyone else thought.

He did things entirely according to his own wishes. If he was in a good mood, he might be a great benefactor. If he was in a bad mood, anyone who provoked him could only consider themselves unlucky.

In a sense, he was an absolute egoist. He wanted all under heaven to serve him alone, and would never pluck a single hair to benefit the world.

If one wanted to reason with him, one had to use either benefits or fists.

But clearly, Professor X did not know that.

As the two chatted in front, Jean Grey quietly translated for the other two, who did not understand Chinese.

Before long, they reached the living room. Everyone took their seats as host and guests, Jean Grey served tea, and only then did Professor X smile and explain his purpose to Zhan Liu.

"Mr. Zhan, my ability is rather special. From a great distance, I can sense when a new Mutant awakens. A few days ago, I sensed a child’s X-Gene being activated, so I had someone investigate in that direction. That was how we found Jimmy Yang."

Perhaps he was worried about frightening Zhan Liu, who came from another world, so he put it rather vaguely. But Zhan Liu had long known about his abilities and also knew that he was a good-natured old man.

There was a saying: a gentleman can be deceived by proper means. In other words, there was no need to fear him. So long as one did not provoke him, he would not take the initiative to cause trouble.

"Jimmy Yang is currently my probationary disciple. His three-month evaluation period has not ended yet. If he fails when it is over, you may come and take him away. I have no objection."

Zhan Liu did not beat around the bush and stated his position directly.

"Please do not misunderstand, Mr. Zhan." Professor X continued to smile gently.

"I have no intention of taking Jimmy Yang away."

"The purpose of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters is to give children who have suffered discrimination and bullying a happy childhood and a place of peace. But if Mutant children and ordinary children could attend school together normally, without suffering bullying, that would be the best outcome."

"I saw that your Martial Arts School does not discriminate against Mutants. That moved me greatly, and I hope that more broad-minded people like you will appear in this world."

Professor X leaned forward slightly in his wheelchair, expressing his respect to Zhan Liu.

However, Zhan Liu did not buy it.

"This has nothing to do with being broad-minded. He is currently my probationary disciple, so naturally I will protect him. But if he fails the evaluation and is demoted to an ordinary student, then whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Professor X’s expression changed. Clearly, those words had completely exceeded his expectations.

After hearing Jean’s translation, the other two were also extremely dissatisfied.

But Zhan Liu did not care about their opinions in the slightest and continued.

"So, you might as well wait until his evaluation period ends before deciding whether to let him remain at the Martial Arts School. No, that is not quite accurate. What I should say is, if his evaluation period ends and he still has not entered the school, then you must take him away."

"My place is not a garbage dump where you can throw in anything you want."

"You…" Before Professor X could say anything, Cyclops was already furious. "Mr. Yang and his wife trusted you so much and said so many good things about you, yet this is how you treat their son?"

Jean looked awkwardly at Professor X, unsure whether she should translate.

Cyclops was already unhappy and urged Jean to translate quickly. Seeing that the professor did not stop her, Jean translated normally.

Zhan Liu shot that useless fool a sidelong glance and sneered.

"Do you know that I said those exact words to Jimmy Yang and his parents from the very beginning? It is just that they apparently took them as a joke instead, treating them as part of a master’s strict education of his disciple."

"Just like how some masters scold their disciples, saying, ‘If you still can’t learn this, I’ll break your dog legs.’"

"But the issue is that those disciples have already formally acknowledged their master and established a master-disciple relationship, so the master will not actually break their legs."

"But at my place…" Zhan Liu gave Cyclops a deep look. "I really don’t want trash!"