Of course, as a young girl in her early twenties, the demon girl is more willing to go out with her usual vest, which is the appearance in front of her.

The current demon girl is not the villain boss in the later stage, she is just a little woman who longs for love.

However, this may be simple for others, but for Raven, it is simply a bit wishful thinking!

Don't look at the fact that when she goes out with this skin, everyone will be courteous to her, but that's all appearance.

As a mutant who can change her appearance at will, what Raven hopes most is that someone can accept her true self, but unfortunately, even Xavier, who grew up with her, can't accept her true appearance.

After all, a woman with a blue body and all kinds of strange tentacle fluff is really hard to get up, okay!

"It's okay, I just got up in the morning and drank too much, just go back and rest!" Duke Conrad didn't have time to mess around with the Shapeshifter right now, after all, that evil bald head was about to appear.

"Skipping class is bad behavior, Mr. Witing!" Raven looked at Conrad's badge and said with a smile.

Damn, who can tell him why this girl in the shape is so strong?

Originally, Conrad was going to come directly regardless of the flash, although the management of Boulevard High School was quite strict, but it also depended on the person.

With an identity like his, skipping class is not a problem at all, and besides, his parents are both dead, and the old housekeeper Suo Long can only nag a few words at most, and it doesn't matter at all.

If it was Conrad in the past, he might still be a little afraid of the old butler's robot-like iron face, but for him as a human being, what is there to be afraid of preaching?

It's just that although the plan is beautiful, it also needs to have the ability to carry it out.

Raven held Conrad's arm tightly, as a mutant, even if she is not known for her strength, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist.

"I feel like I'm fine, can I trouble you to let me go now?" Conrad looked at the demon girl who was grappling at him, and had to smile trademarkly.

Shame on him, he had seen the dark light reflected off the hallway by that evil bald head!

Since you can't run away, you should quickly sit down and pretend to be an ostrich, thinking that the evil bald head won't have nothing to do and read minds everywhere, right?

Conrad quickly ran back to his seat and used everything he had at his disposal to build an improvised defense on the table.

That is, a few books are stacked and a large magazine is opened and stood on the table, so as to resist the teacher's gaze.

This is basically the skill of all scumbags, and the teachers know that if the student's desk is set up like this, then the kid is either playing or making up for sleep.

With all this done, Conrad quickly bent down and leaned against the table, trying to minimize his chances of appearing in Charles's sight.

After all, the place he is sitting in now is the legendary protagonist's special seat, the second-to-last row of window seats, and when you turn your head, you can see the Empire State Building, a landmark in New York.

"Which classmate by the window, although I know that young people are more unrestrained, but now they are still in class, can you please pay attention to the impact?" Just when Conrad felt that his strategy of playing dead could succeed, he heard a gentle voice from the podium.

This voice sounded extremely soft and kind, making people feel like a spring breeze, but to Conrad's ears, it was as if the whole person had fallen directly into the ice cave.

Charles. Xavier, this evil big bald head, he is already pretending to be an ostrich, why is he still eyeing himself?

He raised his head a little dazedly, and two scantily clad girls suddenly appeared in front of him.

Norman. Osborne squeezed his eyes at him, and Conrad realized that he had just taken the largest magazine in front of him, but who would have thought that it was the latest version of Playboy.

Founded in Chicago in 1953, the magazine has now become popular all over the United States and has become a good tool for teenagers to relieve their worries and boredom.

'Damn, this thing is me! ’

He didn't have any memory of the magazine in his head, so he didn't even have to think about it to know that it must have been Osborne's bastard on his desk.

Watching Norman make a no-thank you expression with his mouth, Conrad was now really eager to stuff the Playboy in his hand into his excretory organs.

Bastard, it's really a trap!

Professor Charles on the podium was squinting and smiling, his short flaxen hair looked carefully combed, and with his polite expression, he was alive and well with an idol version of Little Fresh Meat.

Now he is not a well-known evil bald man, just a hot-blooded young man who is giving speeches and promoting his theory of genetic mutation.

Charles. Xavier is only twenty-five years old this year, and he can be described as in his prime, because his far beyond ordinary mental power has made this guy graduate from Harvard University with honors at the age of sixteen, and now he has a double doctorate in genetics and biophysics, to sum it up in a simple sentence.

This guy is a god of learning!

Of course, for the evil boss who has the ability to read minds and control minds, Conrad seriously doubts that this guy has brainwashed those assessed mentors?

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Conrad, who was as usual with a normal face, recognized his mistake very sincerely, put the magazine away, and then began to stare at the blackboard with an earnest expression, which almost made Norman . Osborne stared at his eyeballs.

When did your best friend become so hardworking and serious?

Conrad stared blankly at the blackboard, trying his best to let go of his spirits and not think about anything.

Finally made it to the end of class, and he felt like he was almost a fool!

Forty minutes without thinking about anything was an ordeal.

But fortunately, Charles either really didn't notice him, or he was still a chick, and after a class, the other party didn't make any strange movements, which made Conrad's heart hanging in his throat a little relieved.

"Conrad, what's wrong with you, why do you feel so ugly?" Norman. Osborne walked up to his friend and asked a little strangely?

Duke Conrad, who was lying on the table, just wanted to be a salted fish quietly, and it was too torturous to stay with a guy who could read minds!

"Raven, what do you think of that student just now?"

The evil bald doctor and the Shaped were walking side by side in the hallway, and Charles seemed to think of something of interest and asked with a smile.