Superman is my primary school classmate

Sean bowed his head and stood in the center of the room with his back arched. The nearest Clark was two meters away from him, let alone Professor X who was almost crowded into the corner.

Xiao En repeated helplessly, "I really don't know where I went..."

Deadpool hid behind Wolverine and jumped angrily, grabbed the latter's shoulder, and waved his left hand, "Then what do you think I should do!"

But Deadpool's other arm disappeared out of thin air, from the palm to the shoulder and elbow, perfectly seeing the hand bones, beating meridians and gurgling blood inside the cross-section, fresh and real, leading to a Invisible space.

The peculiar direction of all this is to start from half an hour ago.

Sean was still sitting on the bed in a daze. When he woke up, the plate that fell from the sky was on his head.

The instigator was standing in front of him, and he had no remorse at all. He was imprisoned by Clark with his hands tilted and his shoulders tilted to tease him.

"Release." Deadpool shook his upper body twice, and spoke dissatisfiedly to Clark behind him.

Clark stubbornly refused at this time and let Deadpool go, but he didn't know what tricks he would play.

Deadpool and Clark clattered: "Please, I'm a good citizen! Look into my eyes, what do you see!"

Clark pondered for a while, "Blindfold?"

Deadpool puffed up his cheeks and thumped his heart on the ground, "It's pure goodness!"

Seeing Clark's hehe expression, he knew that he didn't believe in himself. He was also a mutant, but he had no compatriot friendship and was indifferent.

Uncle Deadpool commanded Sean: "Little devil, let him let me go."

After asking again and again, Clark let go of his hand.

"Strange power." Deadpool turned his wrist, muttering how mutants like to develop in the direction of power, which is nothing new.

Deadpool sincerely stated that he really came to apologize to Sean and make friends with Sean with a very sincere heart.

Xiao En grasped Deadpool's hand outstretched to represent the "friendship boat" suspiciously, and the latter shook it vigorously up and down, "From today onwards, we are good friends, if there is any trouble, just say it, whether it's killing people or not. It’s still debt collection, the market price starts at 100 million US dollars. For the sake of friends, I can barely give you a [-]% discount. You know that I am usually too busy to accept jobs, and people I know usually turn me down when they approach me.”

"Do you have anyone to kill?"

Sean was horrified to hear his voice suddenly low, close to his ear, swallowed, "No, no."

Deadpool patted Sean on the shoulder with a friendly look, "You're welcome, I have also taken over the job of killing and throwing corpses before. Does it mean that my roommate is not pleasing to the eye? Simple, use my Wade knife No.40 Five moves, skin and bone separation is no problem."

Sean raised his eyelids to glance at Clark, weakly rejecting him.

Glancing at the mobile phone on the table, "Come, come, leave a contact information so we can talk, the phone number or Twitter and Facebook? Forget it, I'll lose."

Sean hurriedly stopped him, trying to snatch his mobile phone. The screen saver of the mobile phone is the default screen saver of the mobile phone, but the desktop is not. The photo of Clark out of the bath that he secretly took a few days ago was hanging brightly, so how could others see it.

"give me back!"

Deadpool smirked twice, holding up the phone with one hand, "It's okay, I will add it myself, don't worry about it. What's the password? 1111? Or 1234?"

Sean kept watching the other person in the room closely from the corner of his eyes. When he saw Clark's figure move, he blurted out, "Don't come over!"

Clark didn't understand, but he still obeyed Sean's words and silently retracted his extended leg.

Deadpool is only less than half a head taller than Sean, how could he let Sean easily put down his cell phone, use the bed to jump onto the closet, the closet is less than half a meter away from the ceiling, curled up cross-legged, "1937 ? Not right..."

Sweat dripped from Sean's head, he moved a stool and climbed up to the closet, with his hands lying on the top edge of the closet.

Deadpool exclaimed, "5858! Open it, oops, why is your password so simple, it's not challenging at all..."

"Don't touch my leg, I'll think you're looking at me." As Sean said, his hand grabbed Deadpool's calf and pulled it down. The phone slipped from his palm when he didn't sit still, and flew out to the front with a "slap" Fall face down to the ground.

"It's not my fault." Deadpool pushed himself away, the clear sound of touching the ground, the screen is not cracked into spider webs, "You want my contact information in such a hurry, you should have said-"

Sean didn't want to argue with Deadpool, so he jumped off the stool to pick up the phone. Deadpool got down from the cabinet at some point, picked it up first, blew off the dust on it, and pressed the power button, "It's on, it's not broken, the screen is on. There is a seam in the middle, it can still be seen after repairing."

Clark was standing right behind Deadpool. Sean's face was about to stink, and he raised his hand to block the screen. He said firmly, "Don't bother you, I will lose myself."

Deadpool and Sean held the upper and lower parts of the phone, arguing with each other, and their eyes met. If this is a comic scene, there must be a stormy background behind them, the symphony played to set off the atmosphere, and crackling electric sparks burst in the air.

Deadpool stared at Sean: "Look at it, I'm going to be shy..."

Sean felt a chill.

Clark interrupted to remind the two, "Be careful!"

It was only then that I noticed that the phone disappeared bit by bit from the place Sean was pinching, and an invisible mouth swallowed it bit by bit.

"Hey, hey." Deadpool stroked his whole body. He had just witnessed a surreal scene. Although being a mutant was enough to make him feel unscientific, "Where did it go!"

Asking Sean how he would know, Deadpool grabbed Sean's hand seriously, spread his fingers and looked back and forth, "What are you doing!"

"Is this magic?"

Deadpool still wanted to grab Sean's withdrawn hand without giving up. His fingertips had just touched Sean's skin. Starting from his middle finger, the fingers gradually became transparent.

First it was a finger, and then it spread to the palm of the hand. Sean was also a little dumbfounded.

At the beginning, Deadpool seemed to have found some novelty toy. Without his right hand, the front of his right arm seemed to be a meat stick. He poked his face with the meat stick, but he did not feel the existence of his right hand. He was excited I am amazed.

Not long after, Deadpool began to notice something was wrong, not only the palm disappeared, but also half of the forearm disappeared, "Stop him quickly, how can I lose my right hand at such a young age!"

Sean panicked around Deadpool at a loss, "The professor hasn't taught me how to control my abilities yet, let's go to the professor—"

"When I find that old guy, half of my body will be gone!" Deadpool cursed.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Sean took two deep breaths, cheered himself up, and reached out to touch Deadpool's severed arm.

The situation was even more serious. An arm that had disappeared in half a minute was poked by Sean. It was like refueling, and he accelerated the speed with all his strength. Deadpool cried and said, "You have to take responsibility for me, my lower body You will lose your right hand!"

The whole part where the elbow started to go down evaporated into the air, the fibers of Deadpool's uniform were peeled off bit by bit, the skin began to become crystal clear, and the blood vessels and meridians underneath were clearly visible.

"I can't." Sean blushed, but still couldn't stop the arm from disappearing, "It doesn't work at all."

Deadpool yelled, "At any rate, we also had a dewy relationship one day, how could we do nothing like this."

First of all, this idiom is not used in this way.

Secondly, Sean: "I still suggest going to the professor. If you keep talking so much, it's not just your arm that will disappear."

Glancing down, Deadpool felt a cool breeze under his crotch and clamped his legs tightly.

So, Sean felt Dao Dao's scorching eyes staring at him, and that's how it was.

Professor X stroked his chin, as if he was thinking about the decision to deal with it.

Deadpool complained about the inconvenience of his life in the future, how could he have the face to hang out on the road without an arm, and the signs were all smashed.

Logan expressed his satisfaction with the current situation, "At least it won't harm others."

"It's better to be quiet." Scott also rarely agrees with Logan, and nodded in agreement, "You can spend more time studying the school's rules and regulations. Don't forget to read the teacher's handbook for you. Before next Monday I'm looking for you to investigate."

"Next Monday?" Deadpool stared, "Then there are less than two days left! What a joke, how can it be possible for me to read a book."

Scott ignored Deadpool's protest and moved to Logan's side, "Hey, who's that guy? The new student?"

"Ah?" Logan took out the cigar from his pocket. The rough texture made him feel dazed, but his reason prevailed, and he struggled to put it back into his pocket. "The professor brought it back from Metropolis."

"What kind of power, so evil."

The boy in front of Professor X was young and vigorous, with soft black hair, handsome eyebrows, and no aggression at all.

Scott tilted his head to look at Deadpool's arm. It wasn't a bloody hand cut, but the arm and body were in two different spaces, and no drop of blood flowed from his "wound".

As it is now, Deadpool tapped the phone screen quickly with his left hand, and took a melancholy selfie with his head raised at 45 degrees. Scott had a serious face, and he was still in the mood to send ins status.

Logan hissed and gasped, the candy he stuffed into his mouth was a rare sour plum flavor, which immediately refreshed his mind, and he dismissed him displeasedly, "How could I know everything, ask the professor myself .”

Scott snorted, and sure enough, he had nothing to talk to this barbarian.

His eyes shifted to Xiao En again, "This man...why does the more he looks at him, the more familiar he looks?"

Sean felt a chill down his spine for no apparent reason.

The author has something to say: the discovery seems a bit slow, and I don't know when I will get to the next copy.

I have an exam tomorrow, I hope that the gods and Buddhas will shine in the exam!