"What, Hawking, you said you're not attending classes? How can that be?"
Storm looked at Hawking, her expression somewhat serious.
Professor X also advised from the side:
"Little Hawking, power isn't everything. We learn knowledge to enrich our minds."
"Uh... you've misunderstood. What I mean is, I've already learned all the middle school content. There's no need to learn it again. I just want to spend more time on how to control my abilities."
Listening to Professor X prattling on, Hawking quickly raised his hand to explain.
After returning to the school in the evening, he planned to start the Turtle Hermit Style's extreme training method, rigorously training his body.
However, as soon as he arrived at the underground training room at the school, he was pulled aside by Storm.
She said that tomorrow the school would resume normal teaching, and she needed to understand his previous learning progress to determine which group of students he would study with.
The Mutant School primarily teaches Mutants how to adapt and develop their abilities, but it also teaches all subjects found in normal schools.
It's the kind that focuses on comprehensive development in morality, intellect, physical fitness, and aesthetics.
So, people like Storm, Phoenix, and Cyclops, individually, even without their Mutant abilities, are accomplished in other areas.
Phoenix even published many papers on genetics and sociology and once debated with congressmen at a government meeting in New York concerning the Mutant Registration Act.
But he had no desire to develop in that direction. Even if he became like Iron Man, he still couldn't defeat Thanos in a one-on-one fight.
Moreover, he had a very clear understanding of his own intelligence.
Instead of wasting time attending classes with a bunch of kids, it was better to seize every minute and second to become stronger.
In this Marvel Universe, where Planet destruction and Universe destruction are commonplace, only powerful strength is most important; everything else is fleeting.
"You've learned it all?"
Professor X turned to look at Storm, who immediately pulled over the small blackboard in the office and quickly wrote a quadratic equation problem on it.
Hawking merely glanced at it and swiftly picked up a pen to provide the answer.
He might not be able to solve extremely advanced math problems, but middle and high school math knowledge was easy for him; countless test papers and exams were already ingrained in his bones.
"The answer is correct, and your solving speed is very fast, but did you omit some steps?"
Storm nodded, then added some steps next to Hawking's answer.
Hawking was also stunned when he saw this:
"Couldn't those just be done with mental math?"
Then he suddenly remembered that basic math abroad was similar to what he had learned, except they didn't seem to have the multiplication table or certain test-taking techniques.
"Mental math... It seems you have a very good talent for mathematics, but this alone isn't enough."
Hearing that Hawking had directly simplified those steps with mental math, Storm's eyes lit up. For a child of Hawking's age, his mental math skills weren't usually this outstanding.
So she continued to give him some more difficult problems.
However, no matter what problems she gave, they were all within the scope of middle and high school, which naturally wasn't difficult for Hawking. In fact, he felt they were much simpler than the problems he encountered in his school exams.
And so, an hour later, Storm and Professor X looked at Hawking and exclaimed together:
"A genius, absolutely a genius!"
At only twelve years old, he could easily solve most middle and high school problems; this could definitely be called genius.
"So... I don't have to attend classes, right?"
Hawking spread his hands.
"This..."
Professor X's face showed some hesitation upon hearing this.
Seeing this, Hawking's tone became more resolute:
"Professor, I know very clearly what I want. The outside World is not peaceful. I need to master my abilities sooner so I can better protect the school."
"Alright, but I still hope you can spare some time to attend classes like music and art with everyone else, and try to relax a bit."
In the end, Professor X compromised.
Hawking was different from other children, and he couldn't treat him entirely as a child.
"We'll see. Since there's no problem, I'm going to train."
Giving a perfunctory response, Hawking immediately rushed out of the office in a hurry.
After gorging himself during the day, his body was full of energy. Now he urgently needed to transform the energy from that food into his strength through training.
"Scenario simulation, activate!"
In the underground combat simulation training room, after Hawking input a series of requirements, the entire training room's scene immediately underwent a drastic change.
The originally smooth metal floor became a city street, and the four enclosed walls transformed into towering buildings.
Immediately after, five burly men holding steel pipes emerged from the dark corners, their faces full of malice as they surrounded him.
"F*** him!"
The five burly men roared, swinging their steel pipes and rushing towards Hawking.
Hawking, holding an Adamantium long staff, gritted his teeth and let out a shout, meeting them head-on, engaging in battle with the five burly men.
At the same time, he secretly marveled at how amazing the school's black technology truly was. The simulated thugs were almost indistinguishable from Zhenren (Immortal), and even the pain of weapons striking his body felt so real.
How do Saiyans increase their strength fastest?
Of course, through battle. The more intense and high-strength the battle, the better the effect. If it's a battle that can bring him to the brink of death, that would be best; surviving it would surely lead to a significant increase in strength.
With his current strength, having only obtained the Saiyan bloodline for just over two months, and without a protagonist's template, he was only slightly stronger than an average person. If he were to engage in such a life-or-death battle, one wrong move and he might truly die.
He certainly couldn't do something so thoughtless.
Moreover, he had already established a persona of immense strength to the outside World, to organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA. Going out to fight and getting beaten black and blue wouldn't make sense.
Fortunately, the school's combat simulation room perfectly solved this problem, allowing him to fight to his heart's content here.
Even if he were beaten half to death here, going to the medical room run by Phoenix, with its high-tech equipment for treatment, combined with the Saiyan's recovery ability, there would fundamentally be no problem.
The prerequisite was to be a little harsh on himself.
There was no other way; who told him he received Son Goku's Saiyan bloodline, and not Broly's Saiyan bloodline?
Son Goku's combat power at birth was only 2, while Broly's combat power at birth exceeded ten thousand.
An hour later, Hawking, bruised and battered, stumbled into the medical room and, under Phoenix's alarmed gaze, fainted on the floor.
Another hour later, the awakened Hawking, under Phoenix's dumbfounded gaze, jumped off the medical bed, waved his hand as if nothing had happened, and left the medical room.
"This time, I'm taking on ten!"