After more than half an hour, a warning sign appeared by the road: "Private Property, No Trespassing."
And on the other side, there was another sign: "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters Welcomes You."
Seeing this, Jean, blushing, slowly pulled Aaron out. "We're almost there. This is all Professor's territory."
Gwen exclaimed, "Are Professors all that rich?"
This was New York, where every inch of land was precious.
If it were before, Jean would have proudly answered, feeling honored.
But now, she shook her head. "We have the richest man in the world sitting right here. What does this place count for?"
Saying this, she glared at Aaron, tidying her skirt, attempting to restore her composure. However, having just experienced intimacy, she was now thoroughly flushed. She was no less alluring than Mary's mature charm.
Perhaps because of the Phoenix, Jean was very passionate, very enthusiastic and proactive. Even in this short while, Jean's face was as red as if it had been burned by fire.
Gwen only then noticed Jean's unusual state and quickly opened the car window, wondering why Jean was so flushed today when it wasn't hot.
Not long after, the three finally arrived at the gate of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
The perimeter was enclosed by a wall over two meters high, and the main entrance was an iron gate. Through the iron gate, a distant manor could be vaguely seen.
"Xavier's School was originally Professor Charles's ancestral manor, passed down for over a hundred years. After multiple renovations, it can be said to be the most luxurious private school in the world."
Jean proactively introduced the situation here to the two of them.
This was Jean's second home, she knew everything about it like the back of her hand.
"An alternative aristocratic school?"
Gwen could understand.
"In some ways, yes."
Jean nodded and said, "All the logistical service staff here are hired long-term from outside. If you have the chance, you can try the food here. It's definitely no worse than those Michelin star restaurants."
"Here, you can taste customary delicacies from all over the world. As Professor said: he hopes that the children here can enjoy the same treatment as children outside."
Gwen couldn't help but retort, "I imagine most children outside don't get this treatment."
Gwen's father was the Police Director, and their family's conditions were not bad globally. Yet, even she had never enjoyed such treatment.
Aaron shook his head and said, "The living environment here sounds good, but there are too few students. Why not consider enrolling more children?"
Aaron had just scanned the area. Such a large school manor only had over a hundred students.
The ordinary people responsible for the logistics of the entire manor alone outnumbered the students.
Jean hadn't thought there was a problem before, but after spending a long time in close proximity with Aaron, she also realized the impropriety of Charles's decision.
"I will suggest to Professor to recruit more children in dire situations."
"At the same time, I will encourage him to make more allies and improve the school's environment."
Many plans flashed through Jean's mind.
These were all highly feasible plans she had obtained only after exhausting all her efforts and signing countless unequal treaties.
She had also sent them to Charles in a letter. In fact, they could be summarized in a few words: make more friends and fewer enemies.
Unite as many people as possible.
A thousand friends are not too many, one enemy is not too few.
That's all that's needed.
The problem of Mutants cannot be solved overnight.
Without Aaron's explicit support, all Jean could do was improve the harsh environment for Mutants.
While Jean was deep in thought, Charles, along with the X-Men and all the Mutant students, gathered at the school entrance.
"Mr. Aaron, welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
Clap... Clap...
The students clapped while craning their necks to look at Aaron.
"Wow! Mr. Aaron is so handsome! Even more handsome than online!"
"His aura is so special, I feel like I'm falling in love."
"Is this Mr. Miracle? They say his wealth could pave the entire New York."
"Hey, do you think Mr. Aaron, being such a Genius, could create a cure for our diseases?"
At these words, everyone present fell silent for two seconds.
Some were thinking carefully while some were surprised.
It sounded quite impossible.
But Aaron was Mr. Miracle.
Which of his deeds wasn't a miracle?
According to the media, Aaron himself was a miracle, and he was best at creating miracles.
He was omnipotent!
Charles stopped smiling.
Scott turned around, his face sour, and said, "The x-gene is not a disease, it's a gift from the creator."
"Oh."
The speaker was a first-level Mutant with very distinct features. Under his thick clothes, there was abundant fur. This led to him being called a monster when he studied at an outside school.
After hearing it so much, sometimes he even thought of himself as a monster.
"Scott, don't scare the children. They are the future of Mutants." Charles reprimanded him.
Then he looked apologetically at Aaron. "Mr. Aaron, please excuse us. Please come in, the children have been waiting for you for a long time."
Aaron nodded slightly, waved at the children, and entered a hall amidst the cheers and throng of the crowd.
Charles couldn't help but smile when he saw the children discussing so animatedly.
"They're very lively, aren't they? I rarely see them this excited."
"Thank you, Mr. Aaron. Your arrival lets them know that there are still people outside who do not reject them."
Aaron is now a global celebrity, and his arrival is undoubtedly a shot in the arm, making the Mutant Academy students incredibly excited. After all, they can interact face-to-face with Mr. Miracle up close.
Hearing this, Aaron said meaningfully, "Then shouldn't you be doing more things like this?"
Charles's smile paused. He glanced at the children, recalled the letter Jean had sent, and slowly nodded.
"I have seriously considered the possibility of these issues. Thank you very much for your suggestion, Mr. Aaron. You are our first friend, and our friend forever."
Aaron nodded noncommittally.
Friends? Perhaps.
Since Jean was going to such lengths to please him, how could Aaron remain indifferent?
Of course, Aaron was not a saint. He wouldn't completely stand up for the Mutants.
Although he could use might and power to protect the Mutants, he couldn't protect them forever.
Mutants ultimately had to rely on themselves. If they couldn't stand on their own, no amount of help would matter.
They weren't his children, and nobody owed anyone anything.