69novels Chapter 181
Chapter 181
Charles said: "It's really beyond my expectations that you can maintain such optimism."
Carl put his hands on his chest instead of shrugging: "Otherwise? I have to maintain an optimistic attitude. At some point, I feel that being optimistic is my real job."
"But you can't be optimistic all the time." Charles returned the topic to the original point.
He had always been patient in achieving his goals, perhaps a characteristic of older people.But it's not certain, Carl thought, no matter how many years have passed, Eric has a violent and frightening character, exactly the same as the rumors.
"It's true that I'm not very good, Charles, and I've encountered unprecedented difficulties, but I don't think I need to tell you." Superman said, "Thank you very much for your kindness."
"Is it that you don't need to confide, or do you think you shouldn't confide in me?" Professor X asked.
Carl found it difficult to mumble, to pass, under Charles's elderly serene, loving eyes.
"...both, Professor," he finally admitted. "Your work has been very busy and difficult, and I know that better than anyone. Every variant I have sent to Xavier College over the years You take care of people yourself, you don't let them know you're doing it, but it's not hard to figure it out. I don't want to trouble you any more."
Is this the whole reason?Carl didn't know it himself, he just chose an answer that could be trusted as much as possible, and hoped that Charles would let him go.
This time, though, Charles seemed determined to… open up, talk, whatever, essentially the same thing.
"Ask others for help and make you feel guilty," the professor pointed out.
"I'm sorry, Professor," said Superman, "but you make me seem unkind. It's not that I don't ask people for help, I just don't think I should judge you because of your profession, your personality, and your abilities. Being a therapist. You don’t have a duty or an obligation to counsel me, and if I complain to you about a problem, I’m treating you like an emotional trash can — and that’s not my intention.”
"Emotional trash can? No, why would you think that?" Charles was amazed. "I would be honored if you shared your problems with me. We all know what you do for the world, if you need help , anyone will gladly lend a hand to you."
"I'm not doing this to get something in return."
"This is not a deal."
"..." Carl whispered, "I know, Charles, I appreciate your enlightenment, but I really don't need it."
"Are you just putting your problems aside, or do you just need someone in particular?" the professor asked.
He didn't seem to expect an answer, and immediately after asking this question, he asked another question: "Let's put that aside for now, Kay. Now let's talk about your enemies. You noticed that he Do you have a strong... desire to destroy?"
"I guess so," said Superman, and after a brief pause, he added in a tone of great certainty, "I know that."
"I really wish I could see your relationship as a pure hostility, just like Eric and I parted ways because of different ideas, but obviously not." Professor X said, "His hatred for you is not out of Benefits, not for gaining power, although he tried to be more secular and ordinary, but from his well-crafted denunciation and slander, I believe you can feel a feeling close to worship."
Superman said: "To test your attitude in person is his biggest failure so far. But I am not surprised that he is so indiscreet in front of you. He has always been so conceited."
"He's lost himself in front of you, you're making him feel worthless. Seriously, Kay, we're not talking about petty issues, worldly wealth and power are beyond the reach of someone as smart as Lex Luthor. Satisfy him anymore, his needs are at a higher level, that is, self-realization." Professor X said, "And he thinks you have destroyed him. He thinks you are the only person standing in his way."
"Actually I'm not," Carl replied softly. "He thinks too highly of me."
"Have you figured out how to solve it? This kind of hatred is more serious than disagreement. Your existence makes him feel small. I dare say he can't accept your two identities as one. Accepting this is more important than accepting it." It's even harder to kill him."
"I don't know." Carl said, staring at the sunlight, "I can only be sure that it won't be easier for him to accept this than killing me."
They didn't continue talking, and the topic had reached a deadlock here.
Carl still felt sorry for Charles when he left Professor X's office, because he knew that Charles really wanted to share his problems. However, the problem is that people often get double the happiness after sharing a good news, and half Only to get double the grief.
He doesn't know if he's doing it right.
He always doesn't know.
But as long as it doesn't cause unnecessary trouble to others.
"Hey Big Blue," Diana called after him.
Carl turned around, and the heroine looked at him with a smile, with a long willow in the corner of her eyes.
"Hello, Diana," said Superman.
"Let's take a walk together?" she suggested softly.
Probably because she is neither working nor indoors, she just simply combed a ponytail, no makeup on her face, and no jewelry can be found all over her body, as long as she stands there, there is a crisp and capable aura rushing towards her .
But she's definitely... purely feminine.
There was nothing masculine in her decisive, sharp quality, not overbearing or tough.
The afterglow of the setting sun gave her snow-white shirt a touch of crimson, and this light color on her body revealed a thrilling charm.
Superman couldn't find a reason to refuse.
He didn't intend to refuse.
They walked around the empty meadow and the stream, and when the bell rang the students flocked to the stairs, but no one came down to disturb them.
"Are you going to be like this all the time?" Diana said. "I mean you've been fighting alone. I think you should know that there are a lot of people with special abilities in the world. Maybe you can provide us with a... Opportunity, bridge the gap for us."
Form alliances, create squads, and work together for justice, peace, and truth.
The heroine didn't say these words, but her meaning was undoubtedly very easy to understand.
"Why me?" Carl asked.
They came to the end of the artificial creek at Xavier College. The reeds were swaying in the wind beside the lake. The heroine didn't look at Superman, but turned her gaze to a distant place.
She laughed. "Why not you, Superman?"
Carl didn't respond.
When he left Xavier College, he was really in a better mood. He didn't like to treat Charles as his emotional trash can. However, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would choose to come to Xavier College. I have to admit that the atmosphere here Make him feel relaxed and happy.
Maybe it's because here he can enjoy the treatment of ordinary people as a superman?
It may also be that he can feel some comfort after witnessing the mutants he saved live happily.
And these comforts can make his will firm again.
In any case, there are still many things that need Superman to do.Carl flew back into the sky, looked down at his feet from a very high place, screened out the disasters and atrocities taking place through super vision and super hearing, and then bent down to bring salvation to innocent people.
"why are you?"
Diana, who stayed at Xavier College, seemed to find this question very interesting. When she walked towards the teaching building, she lazily read the question over.
She didn't give an answer either.
Under normal circumstances, Karl's way of dealing with bad moods is to work non-stop and endlessly. The Kryptonian's ability and amazing physical strength allow him to stay awake for 24 hours and reach any corner of the earth within 1 minute.
When he was working at full strength, he could almost control more than 70.00% of the crimes in the world by himself. Often, the criminals were tied up and thrown to the nearest police station before the victims realized what happened. Carry a note stating the crime, time and place.
London, England. Lex stares at pictures on his laptop.
This is an extremely beautiful photo. The photographer obviously has a strong affection for the two protagonists in the picture. Whether it is natural light, framing or angle, it is just right.
Under the clear sky and the setting sun, the handsome man and the beautiful woman looked at each other and smiled. The breeze was blowing the man's cape and the woman's hair. Even though the two were far apart, this picture made people involuntarily produce some melancholy Lenovo.
This was just an ordinary photo. At most, the hero and heroine are not generally good-looking.
But the man in the photo is called Superman, the woman is Wonder Woman, and the background of the photo is Xavier College, so this is not an ordinary photo by any means.
Lex had been staring at it for a little over two hours.
God knows what was going through his genius brain that day when he looked at this picture.
Mercy hopes to convince herself that her boss is looking for a way to defeat Superman through various details in this photo, or thinking about how to obtain more information about mutants, but knowing her boss makes her more Willing to believe another conjecture that sounds much more absurd:
During these two hours, her boss may just stare at the photos in a daze.
He was so focused and engrossed in a daze that Moxi didn't know whether he should remind the boss that it was the agreed meeting time.
The identity of that guest is undoubtedly of great importance in the British Empire and the whole world, but Mercy knows that in the heart of the boss, no one has a more special status than Superman.