Allen's Mental Space

Chapter 97 Allen's Mental Space

"who is he?"

A white-haired Storm Girl walked into the classroom carrying her textbooks.

They saw Wade pretending to be a teacher again, and a completely unfamiliar man staring at the ceiling.

"Step back, he's a madman, I'm treating him."

As soon as Wade removed his wig, he pulled out two guns, aimed them at Allen, and shouted, "Hands behind your head and crouch down, or you'll be met with my love bullets."

"Shit, I knew you wanted to kill me and then become the male lead in this book."

Allen lifted his shirt and patted his belly, saying in a spicy accent, "Come on, I'm invincible, I'm immune to all swords and spears, come on, come hit me, you son of a bitch, I'm not afraid of you."

"I really fired the gun."

"Come on, with many people in Dunnungir present!"

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

Two clicks, the bullets were chambered.

"Back when I was being studied, I was chatting and laughing with my attending physician. Stop talking nonsense and come on."

Allen had already pulled his hospital gown up above his chest, revealing the marker he had been hiding under his armpits.

"Stop it! This is a school."

Storm Ororo Monroe, unable to bear watching the two lunatics act so recklessly, roared, "Either get out of the classroom yourselves, or I'll throw you out!"

As she spoke, Ororo's eyes turned white, and electric currents flowed through her white hair that moved without wind. A whirlwind gathered in her palms.

Allen and Wade looked at Storm together and couldn't help but tease her.

"If this were made into a movie, her role would definitely be very small, and the special effects would be too expensive. If I were the director, I'd kill her off first," Allen analyzed seriously.

"Agreed. Only a popular character like me, with a strong personality and a down-to-earth fighting style, has the opportunity to get a solo movie," Wade boasted.

"You've already released two independent films, and the third one hasn't been released yet. There are a few adult films in Europe and America, and I think she's one of the female leads. I fast-forwarded through them, and her expressions were so fake."

"Marvel Studios is desperate for money and is venturing into adult films."

"They were all filmed by unauthorized adult companies. When I logged into the website using my attending physician's computer, risk warnings would often pop up, but I cleverly ignored them."

"..."

Wadeton sensed that this man was no ordinary person, and he was finding it difficult to handle him.

Suddenly, Allen's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Get out of my head, or I'll blow my own head off right now."

Wade pointed a gun at his own head, warning Professor X to stop the mind invasion.

"Okay, I'll bring people over right away."

Putting away his dual pistols, Wade picked up the unconscious Allen.

……

In Allen's consciousness space.

Charles uses his psychic abilities to patrol the school daily and discovers a scene in a classroom.

Suddenly, a stranger appears, so it's natural to be very wary.

The existence of mutants has led to suppression from the official level, requiring constant vigilance to prevent various forces from taking advantage of the situation.

After all, mutant superpowers have high research value, and if used properly, they can be used to turn the tide of war.

Charles sensed something was wrong as soon as he entered the other person's consciousness space.

For an ordinary person, the consciousness space would have already taken over, allowing them to freely change and control the scene.

Now, everything is white. When you walk to a white wall, you can't get any closer to it no matter what.

On the white wall, there is a window, and a strange, neurotic young man peeks out with half his head out.

Make eye contact with him for a few seconds.

Charles was about to ask a question when the other person spoke first.

"What are you worried about, huh?"

Allen gave a wicked smile: "Is it because you're lusting after my body?"

"..."

For a moment, Charles was speechless, trying to find the words to soothe the other person's emotions.

"Hey, I won't let you see, I won't let you see."

Allen hid under the window, then suddenly popped his head out again: "Hey, my darling, I'm standing right in front of you. How much do I look like I used to? Hey, I won't let you see, I won't let you see."

"..."

"Heh heh, you see, you still can't have me, hahaha..."

"..."

"My left shoelace came undone, excuse me for a moment."

"..."

"Haha, just kidding. I'm wearing a slipper on my left foot. Oh dear, my right shoelace is also loose. Excuse me for a moment."

"..."

"Haha, just kidding. I'm also wearing a slipper on my right foot. Surprised? Excited?"

"I can teleport, Sa, can't you see me anymore? Sa, can you see me again? Sa sa sa sa sa..."

Charles watched Allen bobbing up and down in the window, his hands already clenched into fists.

That's so despicable, even worse than Deadpool. I really want to give him a brainstorming session and turn him into a brain-damaged person.

But the problem is that he can't do it; this white wall is like a moat, and his current strength is insufficient to break through it.

It's quite normal. Allen's two professions are at max level, and his mental strength is 24 times that of an ordinary person, which causes his mental resistance to grow accordingly.

"Is it too fast? Can you handle this frequency?"

"Call me handsome, satisfy my vanity, call me handsome, or I won't let you look at me."

"Hey... Sa... whether you call me or not, I'm still handsome."

……

Principal's Office.

Charles sat in the armchair, blood streaming from his nostrils.

He was panting heavily, looking like he was so angry he couldn't catch his breath.

"We made a mistake. This guy's brain is practically a form of mental pollution."

Charles secretly warned that the madman's mental space should not be invaded unless absolutely necessary.

That's too painful.

It made my nose bleed profusely.

Bang!

Wade kicked open the door, hoisted Allen onto his shoulder, and strode in.

"The person is here. Should I take care of him right now?" Wade threw the man on the ground and said with a wicked smile, "Don't worry, I'm a professional. I guarantee he'll be utterly mutilated."

"You bastard, you were all lovey-dovey just now, and now you want to kill me? You're heartless, shameless, and unreasonable."

Allen had already woken up when Charles left the mind space; he had just been pretending to be dead.

"You should try burning at the stake; I've tried it, it's really exciting," Wade recommended earnestly.

He once contemplated suicide and did indeed attempt self-immolation.

Although there was no pain, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Come on, you bastard."

Allen lay sprawled out, eyes closed, looking on with anticipation.

"Get up, I have something to ask you."

Charles couldn't bear to look at them; just standing there made his scalp tingle.

"Please speak, Your Highness, please rise." Allen looked as if he wouldn't get up until he spoke.

"Please rise, Your Highness."

Wade responded cooperatively.

He didn't know why he was saying it, but he felt uneasy if he didn't.

"OK."

Allen sprang to his feet, tossed his hair aside, looked around, and said thankfully, "Thank goodness there's no mirror, I almost fainted from my own handsomeness."

vomit…

Wade leaned against the wall with one hand, making a gagging expression.

"Hey!"

Allen suddenly realized, "That little devil is so nauseous from how handsome I am, thankfully I can't see my own face."

At that moment, Charles had the urge to go deaf.

Charles gestured, "Please sit down."

"You're welcome."

Allen sat upright in his chair, his eyes darting around furtively, clearly not very bright.

(End of this chapter)