Chapter 2652 Mayfly World (Twenty-Six)

Chapter 2626 Mayfly World (Twenty-six)

The two of them were in a stalemate in mid-air. After a long time, it was almost time to go to bed. Although the darkness had no effect on the two of them, the noise they made would affect the villagers' sleep. Clark took a step back and decided to get up tomorrow morning to do it.

Magneto snorted coldly and strode back to his room. He ignored Clark, but he didn't expect that the tomorrow morning Clark mentioned was not tomorrow morning at all. He was woken up by Clark at 3:30 in the morning.

Schiller also came to the edge of the field. Anyway, it was almost time for him to get up. He yawned and thought about getting something to eat after dawn.

It was getting darker and the dew was heavier. Magneto, who had just woken up, felt a little sleepy, but he still cheered up and started to loosen the soil and then plow the land. However, after a long time, it was still the same dead cycle.

Because there is no reference, he can easily plow deeper and deeper, and then he has to level it and plow it again. However, when leveling, it is easy to compact the land, so he has to loosen the soil again and plow it again.

In fact, for ordinary workers, this is not a particularly difficult job. Even those who have never farmed before can almost figure it out after doing it twice.

But Magneto has not done any work himself for decades. To be precise, the work he does is destructive, and he runs away after a job. He has not been engaged in continuous and repetitive work for a long time, which makes him particularly impatient in this regard and easily distracted.

After a long time, the two of them have almost finished five or six acres of land. To be honest, this efficiency can be done with two tractors.

Clark had no choice. He fell to the ground and said to Schiller: "Doctor, why don't you check his psychological problems first? I think he may have ADHD."

Schiller wanted to say, why don't you turn around and look at his face. Now Magneto looks like he wants to eat people.

Magneto is indeed sick. Schiller initially speculated that he might have some symptoms of Asperger's syndrome, but it is hard to say whether it is congenital or the result of some trauma caused by some experiences later.

In the past, this disease did not cause any trouble to him, because most people had to look at his face. At most, he was not good at socializing. Seeing that he was very strong, he put on a bad face and most people did not care about him.

But now it is obvious that he needs help from others, and his problems will be more obvious. Schiller just observed the whole process and found that Magneto does have some stereotyped behaviors.

Schiller is too familiar with this behavior, because he couldn't get out of this vicious circle for a long time. It is similar to being too alienated from society. He needs to get a sense of security through some repetitive actions, but the more he does these repetitive actions, the more people will think he is strange, and he will be more alienated from society, forming a vicious circle.

Clark asked Magneto what to do, and Magneto did it, but because of lack of experience, he didn't do it well. He was unwilling to admit that this was a problem with his ability, but the way to prove it was not to do better and better, but to start to escape by withdrawing.

This is why he can't do such a simple process after repeating it several times and is often distracted. He doesn't want to do this thing, and his way of escaping is to daydream, which is common among Asperger's patients.

This has become a habit of Magneto. He himself is not aware of the problem at all, and he doesn't even realize that he is not paying attention.

Otherwise, it's such a trivial matter, Clark is almost teaching him step by step, how could he not learn it?

This is not a problem of ability, but a mental problem, Schiller thought.

But it is very difficult to correct it. Magneto has never experienced any psychological intervention in his life. This situation has become a part of his personality, and it is almost impossible to change it.

"But it's not completely impossible to improve the current situation." Schiller said: "Write down the data for him."

"Data? What data?"

"Didn't you say he always plows the fields too deep?"

"Yes, he's almost opened a Great Rift Valley in the ground." Clark complained exaggeratedly: "The seeds can't be buried that deep, otherwise the air won't get in and they will definitely rot."

"What is the standard plow depth?"

"Well, it's that deep. I just go by my feeling. I've never measured it. It was the Mexican farmer who taught me that corn should be plowed this deep."

Magneto also flew down at this time and stood quietly behind Clark Schiller glanced at his expression and said, "Don't forget, Clark, although we do need this batch of food, we need farming experience more."

"Now Eric is the only one to learn. If you teach so vaguely, how can he teach a large number of students in the future?"

"At that time, there were only you in Mexico. It was not difficult for a few farmers to teach you one by one. But if mutants want to open agricultural training classes in the future, the number of students will be much larger. Without specific data, how can we rely on teachers to teach by example?"

Clark fell into thinking. Superman's biggest advantage is that he listens to advice very much, and sometimes he listens to advice too much.

Clark paused, flew into the air, and two lasers shot out from his eyes. Two straight ridges appeared on the field instantly.

Then Clark flew to the warehouse to get a tape measure, and began to measure the depth of the ditch and the height of the stalk. He also took a pen and paper to write them down.

He handed it to Schiller. Schiller took a look at the data. The depth, height, and width were all marked with specific values ​​to two decimal places. Schiller stuffed the paper into Magneto's arms.

"Just follow this, Eric, you should be able to do it exactly right, right?"

Magneto glanced at the ridges Clark had made, then looked at the data on the paper, snorted coldly, and flew up again.

In an instant, countless sands rose on the skyline, and all the soil in the vast land flew into the air.

Every grain of soil was illuminated very clearly by the moonlight, like a dark red-brown sky, almost blocking all light.

With a swish, all the soil fell, and countless neat ridges appeared on the land.

Clark leaned over to take a look, and they were all exactly the same as what he had just plowed, while Schiller saw more details, that was not only the same height, depth and width, but even every grain of soil was the same.

Magneto turned all the soil into the appearance of the soil in the two ridges Clark had made, and arranged and combined them in a completely consistent structure, which was exactly the same from the outside to the inside, completely copying and pasting.

Then Magneto flew higher, and all the sand in the land he saw rose up. This strange phenomenon caused the villagers to light up their lights and look at the land above their heads in shock.

The soil fell like rain again, and countless neat and straight ridges appeared in the fields. In an instant, the long-vacant land was like the soft hair of nature, gently combed by a lover.

When Magneto fell, his face looked a little tired. He was woken up when he was sleeping soundly. The calculation amount to change the molecular form of so many soil was beyond imagination. At this moment, his brain was full of echoes.

"Eric... Eric..."

Magneto heard a familiar gentle voice echoing in his ears, but he did not respond for the first time. The string of data was still lingering in his mind, and he estimated how much land could be cultivated based on the area of ​​the three planets in the Andromeda Galaxy that he had calculated before.

In the room of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the lights suddenly lit up, and soon one after another slightly anxious voices were transmitted, and many slightly surprised replies were received.

At this time, the sky in Mexico was still dark, and the land was still too wet to sow. Schiller saw that Magneto was in a bad state, so he decided to go back and sleep for a while and wait until dawn.

Clark didn't expect it to be so fast. He said: "If I had known that this would work, I wouldn't have gotten up so early. I thought it would take at least a few hours."

"Go back to sleep, I'll make breakfast for you when you get up."

After a few hours, the sky was getting light, and the moisture in the soil evaporated rapidly, making the early morning more humid.

Schiller got up and called Clark to get up. He was a little dazed. Schiller went upstairs to call Magneto. When he woke up, his face was a little flushed and his eyes were a little scattered.

Schiller immediately touched his forehead. Very good, he had a fever. It can only be said that this old man is also very resistant to tossing. He deserves to be the master of the last season.

Magneto waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. Where's the seed?"

"You have a fever. Fortunately, I brought antipyretic medicine. I'll go get you a cup of warm water. Take the medicine and lie down for a while."

"I said I'm fine. Where's Clark?"

"He hasn't gotten up yet. After all, he's a young man. It's normal to stay in bed. You can sleep a little longer and wait for him."

Magneto snorted again and muttered a few words, but he lay down anyway. Schiller poured him water and took medicine. He turned over and fell asleep mumbling something.

Clark came over quickly. Schiller made a gesture to him to keep quiet. After leaving and closing the door, Clark showed a very obvious sense of guilt.

"I forgot that he is old. It is indeed my fault. What should we do now? Do you have medicine? Or should I go to the nearby town to buy some?"

"He has taken antipyretics. It's nothing. He shouldn't be sick. Maybe he is in a bad mental state and he doesn't think about it."

Clark nodded and said, "Maybe I can take this opportunity to finish part of it first, measure the data, and then do it after he gets better."

As the two of them walked out of the room and Xi was arranging the ingredients on the table, a figure appeared at the door, and it was obviously not a villager.

"Lorna, why are you here?" Schiller asked in confusion, "Aren't you helping out in the Andromeda Galaxy?"

"I went back to Earth before, but I've been staying with the professor." Polaris said, "Who is this..."

"Hello, I'm Clark. I always think we've met before. Your green hair left a deep impression on me."

"Yes, we met at a concert. I was harassed at the concert and you helped me out."

"That can't be called a rescue, Miss. You pushed him to the ground and almost broke his ribs. I was just reminding you that causing trouble will only prevent the concert from going on."

" Thank you for your kind reminder. "North Star rolled her eyes and said, "It's a pity that the concert didn't end in the end."

"Yes, because your sister held down the other one and broke his ribs."

"Why are you here?" Schiller asked, "How did you find this place? Did the professor ask you to come?"

North Star's face showed a rare hesitation, she said, "The professor said that Magneto's condition is a little bad, what's wrong with him?"

"He just has a little fever, nothing serious."

"Fever? !" Another voice came from the door, Schiller turned around and saw the Scarlet Witch Wanda with a big belly.