Halloween has passed, and although it is November, the weather is warming up. (On this day, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the morning sun was shining on me, giving me a summer-like hot feeling.)

John was still running on the playground, and no one wanted him to do it, he persistently followed the tasks of his past training sessions, completing them meticulously, moving on to the next until his lungs were full of hot air.

The other day, when Hank returned, he had an unprecedented heated argument with the professor, and Hank's yelling could be heard throughout the college, presumably because he had driven away the annoying Ms. Mora, and then continued to roar in the dean's office.

The professor was hit hard, he had already returned to normal after the memory blockade was lifted, there was nothing to say, and this time even Babi and Katie, who were closest to him, couldn't accept it.

Hank left in a hurry after saying something, he was a government minister after all, and no matter how dissatisfied he was, he couldn't let go of his official duties, and the undercurrent about mutants was released, and after the outstretched hand of the villain was cut off, the previous hindrances temporarily disappeared, so that he was even busier.

At present, only Ororo and Rogan are among the tutors, and the impact on the junior students is not visible for a while, but the senior students have agreed to leave the academy together.

Now just wait for that person to beckon, and young hearts will rush towards him.

But the man never came.

John was soaking wet, he bent over and gasped, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose and cheeks into the soil, quickly absorbed by the dry dirt.

In a trance, he had a feeling of abandonment, and his heart was empty and had no goal, only looking down at the ground in a daze.

Until a shadow blocks the sun.

"Are you crying John?" There was a slight smile in the familiar male voice. "The earth has not sunk, why is it so sad?"

"Boss!" John will never forget this scene, he jerked his head up, saw the most respected person through his sweat-soaked eyes, jumped up and shouted in oblivion.

The calm on campus was shattered, and students poured out. This time, Eric is coming to fulfill the promise.

After calming them down, and sending them back to his room to pack his belongings, Eric strode to the door of the main building, where he stood face to face with the bald old man a few flights of steps.

Across the gate, two generations of leaders stood speechless.

In the gloomy building, the professor sat quietly in his wheelchair, and across from him, Eric was bathed in dazzling sunlight.

"Hello, Professor." Eric looked at the old face, and suddenly felt like a world away.

The professor's feelings are equally mixed. When the young man first came to the Academy, he thought he could exert the right influence and then managed to get him into the Brotherhood as the successor to his old friend. Unexpectedly, the situation changed too quickly, and this self-asserted chess piece jumped into the position of a chess player, and almost in the blink of an eye, it replaced itself.

"Do you think violence can solve a qiē?" The professor asked, and although he had already seen it, his tone was inevitably a little spicy.

"No, it can't solve a qiē." Eric shrugged. "As long as I can deal with the people who are in my way."

"If humanity is always uncompromising, you will always play with your schemes?" Professors are always dissatisfied with what young people are doing.

"When conspiracy can have a great effect. I use it, but generally I prefer to put the choice in front of everyone, do I want to live together peacefully or be forced to obey? Let them decide for themselves. I don't expect everyone to love us. I only ask those who make decisions to be in awe of our power and not to point fingers at us like the saints. Eric smiled softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The professor was a little annoyed by his attitude, and he accentuated his tone: "But the president is dead." ”

"The president will always die. Otherwise, why would it be necessary to set up a vice president, which fully shows that the former acting government was prescient. Eric spread his hands nonchalantly.

The professor was angry: "You know what I mean! ”

"Even if you want to kill me, the vice president has already been sworn in. The country hasn't changed much because of this. You see, no one is irreplaceable, whether it's the president, you or me, or humanity. We're always exhibiting, like your paper from your youth, isn't it? ”

The professor was silent, unable to contradict himself.

Who would have thought that a paper written by a young and frivolous writer would have such a profound impact.

It has affected the fate of many people and delayed their own lives.

"It's so young." He muttered, turning his wheelchair back to the building.

The students happily packed their belongings and came out, and when they usually met the old man, they would gather around him, rub his face affectionately, and say goodbye to him, when the old man would be infected by their vitality, as if he was much younger. But now the young man silently avoided himself, leaving on both sides like a separate stream of water.

The professor tilted his head slightly, and for a moment he wanted to tell the children how much he loved them in his heart, and wanted to explain his distress to them, and he almost turned his wheelchair to do so, but he finally gave up his efforts.

If it's lost, it's irretrievable.

"This is my academy." The professor looked up, and he was left alone in the empty hall, and the frescoes on the soaring ceiling were like a portrait of his life—just a story.

"Professor, we thank you." Eric shouted outside that whatever grudges were, it was time to end them.

The professor didn't answer, and his back faded into the winding hallway.

Without the warmth of the sun, the cold of late autumn in the building penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Now that the building was so quiet that even his heartbeat could be heard, the old man began to face the unbearable emptiness, and although he had been prepared, he only knew how painful it was at this moment.

He thumped his heart and closed his eyes tightly.

A heavy footstep sounded as it walked from the outside towards the dean's office.

Soon, that square and majestic blue face appeared in front of him.

The professor hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Hank, you're here to say goodbye to me, too?" The old man was weakly curled up in a wheelchair, and he decided to accept his fate with dignity.

"Where are you going to let me go?" Hank asked rhetorically.

The professor was stunned for a moment, and looked up suddenly, this was not the answer he expected.

"Who else can you count on but me?" Hank cursed loudly, his rough appearance was extremely kind. Such an attitude is actually very rare in him.

"Damn Charles, I told you, you're just a mortal, but you've always thought of yourself as a savior, who do you think you are?" He kept roaring, last time it was lightning and thunder, and this time it made the professor excited from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, there was still a person who did not give up on himself, and at this moment, Dean Xavier burst into tears, and he couldn't help sighing anymore, and it took a while to stop his feelings.

Dry your eyes. He laughed at himself: "I'm a savior, I always want to control others, Raven, Emilia, Jean, Eric, everyone's relationship has been messed up by me, and I haven't come to my senses until now." ”

"If you know, they won't forget you." Hank said with emotion, pushing his old friend out of the building and pointing out to him the situation not far away - some young children were getting out of Eric's bus under the leadership of Auroro, which were mutant children from all over the country. They will be added to the academy and become the new faces of Xavier Academy.

Soon, the academy will be alive again.

"Thank you." The professor's lips moved, and he looked at Eric, who was surrounded by young people, and said silently.

Now he can finally comment in an outsider's tone.

"If not to see it with your own eyes. I can't believe that decades of business can't keep up with a moment's effort. ”

He let out a long sigh, this time without any scruples.

Hank also sighed, what the professor thought. It's not his own feelings.

"He is the protagonist of this era, and our time has passed." The warm wind blew, mixed with the noise of children's voices. They are cute and not noisy.

Hank smiled: "Seeing them live well, we don't fail in life." ”

On the other side, Eric is addressing the students, determined to use this incident to completely change his attitude.

"I think you already know what was born of me." He said as he stood in front of the young man.

The young men nodded their heads, they already knew that if it weren't for Jean's phone call and repeated assurances that the mentor was not in danger, they would have already tried to go to the rescue on their own.

Eric nodded, so he didn't have to say any more.

"That's the way human beings behave, whether you please them or do it, some people don't remember the lesson. So we have to adopt a new attitude that is not shy about it, but also accepting each other. ”

The young man straightened up and listened attentively to his mentor.

"From this day onwards you are no longer weak ewes, and you are moved by a man, and I want you to become a heroic cowboy and step on this disobedient horse." Eric said as he slowly patrolled in front of the students. "The cowboy has two tools against a fierce horse, the whip and the spurs, and if they dare to show you a horse's shoe, you must not hesitate to whip it, and if it dares to roar next, then use the spurs to bleed it. If a cowboy knows how to use these two tools, combined with hay and soybeans, he will find himself invincible. ”

"What are we going to do?" John asked on behalf of the students.

"Come with me, I'll take you to win honors." Eric replied.

"Shall we come up with a name?" In her opinion, her college career is a thing of the past, and she can't wait to embrace a new life.

Eric looked up and stared at the tallest ginkgo tree on campus for a moment.

"My idea is to continue the name of my predecessors." He pointed to his chest.

"We grew from the rhizome of the great tree of the Academy, which made us feel pain and shame in the past, but a true warrior never shy away from his life, and perhaps many years later you have achieved fame, your own career and family, and when you talk about this past to your juniors, I hope you can tell them with a clear conscience: I cannot say that I am a flawless saint, but I have given for my fellow citizens."

"In this era, I am a level hero." (To be continued!)

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