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“What? Hawking, you say you won’t attend classes? How can that be?”
Storm looked at Hawking with a somewhat severe expression.
Beside her, Professor X also advised:
“Little Hawking, power isn’t everything. We study to enrich our minds…”
“That… you’ve misunderstood. I meant that I’ve already studied the content taught in middle school. I don’t need to learn it again. I just want to spend more time on how to control my abilities.”
Hearing Professor X babbling, Hawking quickly raised his hand to explain.
After returning to school in the evening, he planned to start the Turtle Hermit’s extreme training method to train his body rigorously.
But as soon as he arrived at the school’s underground training room, Storm pulled him aside.
She said that standard classes would resume tomorrow and wanted to understand his previous learning progress to see which group of students he should be classified with.
The school for mutants mainly teaches how to adapt and develop their abilities, but at the same time, it also teaches all the subjects of a regular school.
It’s a kind of all-round development in intellect, physique, aesthetics, and more.
So, characters like Storm, Phoenix, and Cyclops, if taken outside, not considering their mutant abilities, are also accomplished individuals in other aspects.
Even Phoenix has published many papers on genetics and sociology and had debated with lawmakers at a government meeting in New York about the Mutant Registration Act.
But he didn’t want to go in that direction at all. Even if he became like Iron Man, he couldn’t single-handedly defeat Thanos.
Moreover, he had an apparent understanding of his intelligence.
Rather than wasting time attending classes with many kids, he preferred to seize every minute to become stronger.
In this Marvel universe, where planets and the universe are in constant danger of destruction, only strong power is the most important. Everything else is secondary.
“You’ve studied all this?”
Professor X turned to look at Storm, who immediately pulled over a small blackboard in the office and quickly presented a problem related to quadratic equations.
And Hawking just glanced at it and quickly provided the answer with a pen.
You might say he couldn’t solve complex math problems, but middle and high school math knowledge was easy for him, with countless sets of test papers and exams already etched into his bones.
“The answer is correct, and the speed of solving is also very fast, but did you skip some steps?”
Storm nodded, then added a few steps next to Hawking’s answer.
Hawking was stunned for a moment:
“Isn’t mental calculation sufficient for this?”
Then he suddenly remembered that the basic math abroad was similar to what he had learned, but it seemed they didn’t have things like the multiplication table and some test-taking techniques.
“Mental calculation… You have an excellent talent in math, but more is needed.
Hearing that Hawking had directly simplified those steps through mental calculation, Storm was also impressed. His mental calculation skills were exceptional for a child of Hawking’s age.
So, she continued to present some more complex problems.
But no matter what she presented, it was all within the scope of middle and high school, which naturally was easy for Hawking. He even felt that these problems were much more straightforward than those he faced in exams in school.
Thus, an hour later, Storm and Professor X looked at Hawking and exclaimed together:
“A genius, absolutely a genius!”
Quickly solving most middle and high school problems at twelve is considered a genius.
“So… I don’t need to attend classes, right?”
Hawking spread his hands.
“This……”
Upon hearing this, Professor X’s face showed a bit of hesitation.
But seeing this, Hawking’s tone became more firm:
“Professor, I am very clear about what I want. The outside world is not peaceful, and I need to master my abilities sooner to protect the school better.”
“Alright, but I still hope you can join in music, art, and similar classes to relax.
In the end, Professor X compromised.
Hawking was different from other children, and he couldn’t treat him entirely as a child.
“Let’s see how it goes. Since there’s no problem, I’m off to train.”
With a perfunctory reply, Hawkeye hurriedly dashed out of the office.
After indulging in a feast during the day, his body was brimming with energy, which he urgently needed to transform into his strength through training.
“Scenario simulation, activate!”
In the underground combat simulation room, as Hawkeye inputs a series of requirements, the entire room undergoes a drastic transformation.
The initially smooth metal floor turned into the streets of a city, and the enclosed walls transformed into skyscrapers.
Then, five burly men wielding steel pipes emerged from the dark corners, surrounding him with a menacing look.
“Screw them!”
With a roar from the five men, they charged Hawkeye with their steel pipes.
Hawkeye gritted his teeth and charged forward with a shout, holding an adamant staff, fighting fiercely against the five burly men.
Meanwhile, he marveled internally at the school’s black technology for being genuinely miraculous, as those simulated thugs were almost indistinguishable from real people. Even the pain from the weapons hitting him felt so real.
How does a Saiyan increase their strength at the fastest rate?
Of course, through battle. The more intense and high-stakes the fight, the better the effect. If it’s a fight that could nearly kill oneself, then all the better; surviving it would surely lead to a significant increase in strength.
With his current strength, having only acquired the Saiyan bloodline for over two months, he was more substantial than an average person without the protagonist template. Engaging in a life-or-death battle could be risky, perhaps even leading to actual death.
That’s something he definitely couldn’t afford to do.
Moreover, he had already established a persona of immense strength to the outside world, similar to agencies like S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra. Going out to fight and returning beaten black and blue wouldn’t do.
Fortunately, the school’s combat simulation room perfectly solved this problem, allowing him to fight to his heart’s content.
Even if he got half-killed here, going to the medical room managed by Jean Grey, with those high-tech devices for treatment, coupled with a Saiyan’s recovery abilities, there wouldn’t be any problem.
The premise is to be harsh on oneself.
There was no choice. After all, he inherited Goku’s Saiyan bloodline, not Broly’s.
Goku was born with only 2, while Broly’s power level was over 10,000.
An hour later, bruised and battered Hawkeye staggered into the medical room. Under Jean Grey’s astonished gaze, he fainted on the floor.
Another hour passed, and Hawkeye jumped off the medical bed to the dumbfounded Jean Grey, waved his hand as if nothing happened, and left the medical room.
“This time, I’m going for ten!”
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