Chapter 98: The Official Start of Enrollment
Chapter 98: The Official Start of Enrollment
"What's your name?"
Charles followed the standard procedure as he asked.
When he invaded the other party's mind space, he had already realized that this person was no ordinary individual.
How could an ordinary person possibly have mental barriers?
His goal was simply to figure out the person's abilities and make arrangements accordingly.
"My surname is Lun, first name Allen. Gender…"
At this point, Allen Lun lowered his head and glanced at his lower body before cautiously adding, "For now, male. In the future, who knows? Age should be under nineteen. I grew up in a welfare institution and started working at the Greenhill Rehabilitation Center in research at the age of thirteen. I worked there for five and a half years."
"Capable of research at thirteen? In what field?"
This detail made Charles' eyes light up.
A researcher at thirteen—an undisputed genius.
Allen Lun shyly responded, "I was the subject of research."
"…"
Charles' expression darkened immediately.
Technically, that was participating in research—just as the test subject.
"What's your superpower?"
Based on his initial guess, Charles suspected it had something to do with the mind, perhaps the spirit.
Though, given the way this person behaved, spirit-related abilities seemed more likely—after all, he clearly wasn't normal.
"I don't have a superpower. I'm a priest, commonly known as a healer."
Allen Lun touched his chest and sighed. "And a malnourished one at that."
"Demonstrate it."
Charles didn't expect a mentally unstable person to describe their abilities accurately.
A demonstration was the best way to see for himself before making a judgment.
"That's not ideal… I wasn't prepared at all." Allen Lun lowered his head bashfully, looking hesitant.
"Don't worry. This place is equipped with a defensive field—ordinary people won't be able to break through it."
Within the entire school, only two locations qualified as safe rooms: the principal's office and the psychic enhancement lab.
Charles was confident that no accidents would happen. He could activate the defenses in an instant.
"Well, then… excuse me."
Allen Lun stood up and glanced at Charles' medium-length hair. He had the urge to call him "Bald Professor" but quickly dismissed the thought. Instead, he settled for:
"Professor X, take this ultimate attack!"
Swoosh…
Allen Lun spread his arms and made sound effects with his mouth.
Seeing this, Wade immediately dodged into a corner to avoid any possible collateral damage.
Charles' expression grew more serious. He could clearly sense a unique energy gathering.
"Beam of Humiliation and Shame!"
At that moment, Allen Lun struck an elementary school-style pose and, from the edge of his palm, shot out a beam of white light.
The beam struck Charles directly before he could even press the defense field activation button.
However, in the next second, Charles relaxed—he felt a warm current surge through his body, instantly sweeping away his fatigue.
"Healing ability!"
Charles was overjoyed, his expression shifting into one of kindness. "You can stop now."
A mutant with healing abilities was a rare and invaluable asset.
The X-Men frequently went on missions, and injuries were inevitable. If they had a dedicated healer, it would not only improve combat effectiveness but also significantly lower mortality rates.
"Allen Lun, would you like to enroll in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?" Charles asked, as if coaxing a child.
"No."
Allen Lun tilted his head, his face full of reluctance.
When had Allen Lun ever accepted someone else's charity? He always took what he wanted by reaching out himself.
No?!
Then why did you come to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?!
Charles' expression stiffened—he couldn't understand Allen Lun's thought process at all.
However, while Charles was baffled, someone else had a better grasp of the situation.
For instance, Deadpool—who could understand lunatics from a lunatic's perspective.
Wade strolled up to Charles with his usual cheeky grin and whispered a few words in his ear.
Charles' eyes immediately brightened.
"Allen Lun, if you don't want to enroll in this school, then you can't stay here. That means… you won't be able to see Secret Guest anymore."
Charles leaned back in his chair, a confident smirk on his face, as if he had complete control over the situation.
"Ah-ha! You dare use my little secret as leverage?"
Allen Lun pointed a thumb at himself, adopting a cocky and unruly posture. "Go ask around—who doesn't know that Allen Lun has an unbreakable will?"
Thud.
He dropped to his knees without hesitation.
One second, he was acting all high and mighty—next second, he was kneeling with a smooth and seamless transition.
"Professor X, I've dreamed of enrolling in this school since childhood! I long to study like a normal kid, take exams for my dream university, and graduate to contribute to humanity!"
Tears welled up in Allen Lun's eyes as he declared passionately:
"I am deeply grateful to your esteemed institution for giving me this precious opportunity. I love studying! I am passionate about studying! Studying brings me joy! Studying brings me happiness! As the saying goes—
'To succeed, read more books and watch fewer adult films.
To escape poverty, have fewer kids and raise more pigs.
To get rich, ditch the mistresses and build more roads—'"
"Enough!"
Charles' temple veins bulged.
Was he preparing for a postgraduate exam or something?!
If he wasn't stopped now, he'd probably keep rattling on indefinitely.
At the very least, Charles now understood that Allen Lun wasn't stupid—just crazy.
Then again… there was already one lunatic on campus. One more wouldn't make much of a difference.
Charles glanced at Wade, who blinked in confusion.
"What? Why are you looking at me? I'm not here to attend school."
"Do me a favor and help him with the enrollment paperwork, then find him a dorm." Charles smoothly changed the subject.
"Let's go, little nutjob."
"Alright, little lunatic."
Two chaos-bringers left the principal's office together.
Wade glanced at Allen Lun approvingly. "You know, I'm starting to see some potential in you."
"Oh?" Allen Lun looked back at himself. "I don't see any glowing."
"I'm going to have to kill you one day—otherwise, you'll steal all my spotlight." Wade said with mock seriousness.
"Correction—this is a novel. You can't kill the protagonist." Allen Lun replied with a straight face.
The enrollment process was simple. They just had to visit the vice principal's office, fill out a form, get assigned a dorm, and freely choose their courses.
When Charles first founded the school, the curriculum was designed entirely around the students' preferences.
Allen Lun stared at the form for a long time without writing anything.
"What's wrong?"
The vice principal, Henry Philip McCoy—codenamed Beast—noticed Allen Lun's hesitation and asked, "Are you illiterate?"
"I can't read English."
"…"
Considering his background in a welfare institution, it was a miracle he even learned Chinese—expecting an English education was a stretch.
Henry patiently pointed out each section, and Allen Lun filled them in using Chinese characters.
For one of the world's smartest men, learning Chinese wasn't a big deal.
The dorm assignment, however, became a problem. Students were consulted to ensure they were willing to accept a new roommate.
Once they found out he was mentally unstable, no one wanted to share a room with him.
"As if I'd want to live with a bunch of nobodies." Allen Lun scoffed.
"Why not join our dorm? It's full of high-profile heroes."
Wade slung an arm around Allen Lun's shoulder. "Living with background characters who barely get any screen time would lower our status."
"I completely agree. Although it may seem like I'm leeching off popularity, we both naturally attract attention."
Beast, watching the two of them, wisely chose not to interfere.
If Allen Lun could get along with Deadpool, then naturally, he was someone everyone else avoided.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Maybe this arrangement was for the best.