Conversation
The American primary and secondary school year was divided into four semesters, with each semester lasting nine weeks. The new school year usually begins the day after Labor Day (the first Monday in September).
In the new school year, each school district would formulate teaching arrangements according to the teaching outline of the state's Ministry of Education.
The curriculum of each grade in primary school (from pre-school to fifth grade) was basically similar, but the difference was the depth and difficulty of the content.
The main courses included reading, writing, mathematics, science, and social studies. The main classes were arranged every day.
The secondary courses included art, music, physical education, library searching, and computer science. Each sub-class would only be held once a week for 45 minutes.
There was no morning reading time in the morning, but there was a fixed small meeting.
The teacher briefly introduced the day's arrangements, and the students said whatever they thought of in popcorn mode. The atmosphere was lively and relaxed, which was conducive for the children to start a new day with a good mood.
There was no radio gymnastics, but there were 25 minutes of extra-cursory activities every day. The children could play freely on the playground.
Smirre had come in at the beginning of this small meeting. He even stood on the podium and introduced himself. This feeling was a little painful.
The female teacher on the stage was explaining the arrangements for today.
Compared to the 21st century, where gangs ran amok and supervillains were everywhere, the security in the 1950s was much safer.
Originally, Smirre had only followed Howard's arrangements and attended school for a few days before skipping class to study in the library. However, Charles was clearly a pleasant surprise.
However, this also interrupted Smirre's intention to skip class. He could only helplessly listen to the teacher's lecture.
"Smirre, what is your ability? I can sense the thoughts of others and even read their memories.”The young Charles lowered his voice and said to Smirre.
"My ability is Magnetic Control. And I don't like it when someone is spying on my memories and thoughts. That kind of feeling…is not good.”Smirre met the famous Professor X in the future. It was good to communicate more.
"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. Because the feeling you give me is different from others, I'm very curious. I didn't mean to pry into your thoughts!”Charles apologized.
"That's probably because we're all mutants, the same kind.”Smirre said with a smile.
"That's true." Charles smiled.
"Charles, did you hear what I just said?”Suddenly, the female teacher on the stage shouted Charles 'name.
"Yes, teacher." Charles stood up helplessly.
"Charles, repeat what I just said.”The female teacher crossed her arms and stared at Charles.
"Today's lesson is to read books for one and a half hours, write a review, study probability and statistics, and take a test. In the afternoon, we will study the history of the United States and talk about the impact of war on the people of various countries. Learning biology, dissecting frogs. He studied art and painted the Statue of Liberty.”Smirre lowered his voice beside Charles and said indifferently.
Charles immediately gave Smirre a grateful look and quickly answered the female teacher on the podium.
The female teacher nodded and instructed Charles to sit down so that he could listen carefully.
"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have been punished by the teacher to stand still.”Charles had a lingering fear on his face as he thanked Smirre.
Obviously, Charles had already regarded Smirre as a good friend.
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure." Smirre smiled faintly. As expected! Children are so easy to fool!
Soon, the morning meeting ended. At this time, there was a lot of activity time. If they wanted to go out and play, or eat breakfast, they could do so.
"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier. I never believed that I was the only one in the world…The only person who was different. Now that you're here, we're the same.”Charles extended his hand to Smirre.
"You can call me Smirl Chen or Smirl Stark.”Smirre held Charles 'hand and chuckled.
Charles, the future Professor X.
It was just that he was still a little boy in his infancy.
"Smirl Chen? Your father is Chinese? But you don't look Chinese." Charles asked curiously.
"My father is Chinese, but my mother is from the Ying Kingdom.”Smirre introduced patiently.
"Then why Smirre Stark?”Charles asked excitedly, completely unaware that this had become an awkward conversation.
Smirre explained," This is because my adoptive father's surname was Stark, so I changed it.”
"I see."
Both of them were mutated humans, so they had more topics to talk about. Moreover, because they sat together, their relationship became better.
Even in the US, he often heard news about the US team. Charles seemed to be a fan of the US team.
(End of Chapter)
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