"Eat some ice cream, it's almost gone, the kitchen made this dessert because you came, you are young and students, I think you will like it."

James picked up an ice cream dessert sprinkled with fine black truffles and ate it, suggesting that Emma try it.

Miss Emma Frost, who had always been confident, mechanically picked up another ice cream and silently put it in her mouth.

The cold touch made her spirit clear a little, and she silently tasted the sweetness in her mouth, but not greasy, and the rich black truffle aftertaste, thinking about how to continue this conversation.

James was not in a hurry to speak, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the living room, Eric and his mother EDI and Steve's mother, Ms. Sarah, were playing with various flowers together, as if this scene was more attractive than the miraculously beautiful young lady opposite.

"Mr. Howlett, we. . . Be. What? ”

James nodded, shook his head and smiled again, he looked at Emma, his eyes were gentle, but not relaxed.

"Just call me James, and it's interesting to note that both Ling and Eric asked me the same question."

None of them were talking nonsense about obvious questions like "so you're extraordinary, you must already know Eric's secrets", Emma is a smart girl, and it's much easier to talk to smart people.

"We are human beings with special gifts, and evolution and genetic mutations are the reasons for this change, but I don't think that is superior to others, and of course, I don't feel inferior to others."

James didn't waste it, and finally scraped the crystal bowl with ice cream,

"You must have a very good talent, can you master and control telepathy at such a young age, purely by your own exploration?"

Emma's snow-white cheeks suddenly flew up and flushed, her eyes dodged, and she said softly.

"Yes, when I was in middle school, I had this ability because of the stimulation of some things, and it was painful at first, and it took a long time for the messy information to flood into my mind, and it took me a long time to get used to it, and I heard Eric mention that he was doing some 'exercises'."

James smiled teasingly: "It seems that little Eric's thoughts have been seen by you." ”

"I'm sorry, Howe. James, sir. ”

Emma wrung her fingers uneasily, she hadn't been in such a little girl state for many years, and the power of telepathy had made her more or less accustomed to the state of being in control.

"It doesn't matter, if it's not necessary in the future, it is not recommended that you habitually 'read' people's voices, that will be too heavy a burden on yourself, yes, I have some small methods that I have pondered by myself, which can help people like us control and even improve their abilities."

"I can"

As soon as Emma spoke, she held back the words that followed, such training skills could not be easily revealed, she controlled herself in time, and did not appear too abrupt.

"It's nothing, actually, but if I teach you too easily, it will show an ulterior motive."

James said lightly, he looked at Eric outside again, and reminded: "I won't tell Eric about your situation for the time being, find a chance for you to communicate with him, so that we won't embarrass each other too much." ”

Emma nodded gratefully, if it was exposed like this, then she would have ulterior motives and spy on other people's thoughts, and she would leave a deep misunderstanding.

James finally invited Emma to come and play often, and the two of them politely said goodbye to Eric as he breathed a sigh of relief.

He arranged for the driver to take Miss Emma back, and looked at Eric as if he wanted to know something, and patted the young man on the shoulder casually.

"I've always felt like this Frost like a teacher, I don't know why, in front of her, like. It's like seeing you. ”

Eric complained about this Emma senpai, and anyone who was unconsciously seen through his mind when getting along with others would inexplicably feel a kind of pressure.

A few days later, the old Howlett house.

James was smoking a cigar by the window of the upstairs study, while Dr. Erskine and Dr. Zora next to him were arguing about some academic issues, and he looked boredly at the "guanyin" who was training for actual combat confrontation on the manor school field below, and became a little interested.

"Come again!"

Bucky was kicked in the chest, but with the help of the back flip of the iron bridge, he stepped back with one hand on the ground.

He shook his fist, shouted defiantly, and took the initiative to rush forward.

The little wolves who have been practicing hard for the selection of a new generation of wolves these days have been scared of this outsider, and Bucky trains like a madman every day, fighting hard and not sparing his life in actual combat.

It looks like I'm going to kill you as long as I can't kill me, but the strange thing is that Sergeant Barnes, who is paralyzed on the ground after training every day, and even asks someone to take him back, can always continue to practice frantically the next day.

Syllable! With a crisp sound, Bucky's calf coldly burst into the air, knocking over his opponent, and his right fist slammed down, stopping in front of his opponent's eyes at the last centimeter.

The square-faced young man lying on the ground had his pupils constricted, and he couldn't control his eyes, and Bucky's fist stabbed him a little uncomfortable, and the shame of being knocked down by this cripple for the first time hit deeply.

Bucky got up and walked away, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and the dozen or so little wolves around him all looked sideways, and many words teased the defeated teammates.

The square-faced young man slapped the ground angrily to his feet, stumbled and fell back, his calf was injured and he couldn't stand up.

An old wolf next to him who had been injected with serum walked over and lifted him aside like a chicken, carrying his strength to dredge the flesh and blood of his calf.

"Shhhh

The square-faced young man bared his teeth and barked, his head was nearly two meters long, and he was also the tallest and strongest old wolf after the breakthrough of nine injections of serum, and his fingertips were full of energy, poking his son's knee and bending back.

"Damn! That cripple I want him dead. ”

When the old wolf heard this, he pulled it into his son's belly, and he howled bitterly in pain.

"Who do you want to die?" He stared at his child indifferently, especially solemn.

"Dad hurts, it hurts."

"Everyone standing here is your brother, your comrade, and one day you will give each other's backs to each other, and even use your own flesh and blood to block bullets for him, you repeat, who do you want to die."

The little wolf cub muttered silently, lowered his head and said softly: "He's okay, he and that 'Captain America' are not from our wolf pack, Lord Wolf."

"Bastard! Sir is also something you can guess! ”

Looking at his son, who didn't dare to speak out again, the old wolf continued calmly.

"A true warrior will be happy to meet a strong man who is better than himself, how long has that 'cripple' been beaten alive by you, has he escaped once, and have you ever been ashamed of winning such a huge opponent!"

"He, like Rogers, is a man who does not flinch in the face of the worst adversity, which is why Mr. Howlett will look the other way, and in his old man's heart, only the truly brave can be recognized."

As he spoke, the old wolf finally rubbed his son's ankle, and looked at his blushing thoughtful look, and said nothing.

Each generation of newcomers to the wolf pack is the child of the core old guys of the Howlett family, and most of the young wolves trained on the school field have fathers who are older than the wolves, and they are related to each other.

They train desperately every day, and these seniors who have been trained in killing techniques use their strength to dredge their muscles and bones and heal dark injuries.

Remus's generation was all James himself who conditioned their bodies one by one from an early age, and now that a generation has been trained, he doesn't need to do this anymore.

But Bucky didn't have this treatment, and if he hadn't had a good roommate, he wouldn't have been able to practice for a long time.

"Hmmm. Thank you, Coffey, there was a kid who was so ruthless today that his neck was about to break me. ”

Coffey routinely heals Bucky's injuries every day, and his ability to be close to life and death is far beyond the strength of those veteran old wolves, which is also the fundamental reason why Bucky can carry it down and survive to this day.

He had already practiced the killing technique to the apex of the first stage, and the force of the instant explosion of his fists and kicks could make the air crackle.

"Mr. Howlett wants to see you."

Remus Pitt appeared at the door of the cottage with a blank face, his steps silent, and Bucky was in a cold sweat.

Sergeant Barnes was ushered a second time into the spacious dungeon beneath the old mansion, and Mr. Howlett sat cross-legged in one of the deepest stone chambers, and with a slight agitation of the air currents, he levitated off the stone bed, his feet falling back to the ground.

Remus had left at an unknown time, and Bucky looked nervously at Mr. Howlett, wondering why he had been called here.

"Have you ever seen boxing, Bucky?"

James said casually and walked to the large practice room, where Bucky was horrified by the giant wolf's tooth iron pillar that was four or five meters high.

"Look, look, my previous combination was pretty good, at that time"

Bucky said that there was no movement, James nodded and smiled, and without much comfort, continued.

"In my opinion, the most valuable martial arts technique of boxing is the so-called 'shaking' and footwork, which can almost avoid the enemy's attack in a very small combat space."

"With one arm missing, there are many offensive means that cannot be used, but the flexible body and feet will not be affected."

James stood on a casual stand, moving lightly, "Look, I'll only teach you three times." ”

He walked with peculiar footwork, some of which moved left and right like butterflies through flowers, and seemed to walk in circles with some regularity, interspersed back and forth, with undulating and erratic figures.

Bucky subconsciously followed the imitation, and James demonstrated while explaining the essentials and coordination of the movements, as well as how to increase the practice from easy to difficult.

This is his combination of modern boxing's shaking and butterfly feet, as well as the footwork of Bagua boxing in his previous life, designed for Bucky, for him has long been at his fingertips, no need to deliberately move instinctively, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to learn.

"It's okay, that's what it means."

James nodded, Steve's talent as a good brother is really good, he can imitate it after teaching it three times, and he has a tough heart, and he has not given up on injuries such as a broken arm, he is a good seedling.

"You're lucky to be able to deal with injuries with some small means, but there is no point in fighting and training to destroy yourself too much, and in three months, if these little wolves can't punch you, I can teach you something new."

Bucky was somewhat embarrassed to see that his little secret was revealed in one word, but he seemed to be a lot bolder because of this moment of getting along, and asked James a lot more about his body with a cheeky face, and ran back to the stable.

(End of chapter)