"Tell me, why did you have to bring us here? You could've just found two teachers from a middle school—no, you'd have to find elementary school teachers. After all, some of them can't even solve a simple linear equation in two variables..."
"This is wasting my life and wasting my brain. Humanity is at a critical moment of rapid development. Wouldn't my time be better spent contributing to humanity's journey into the universe? Why should I waste it teaching a bunch of idiots?"
Stark spoke loudly, but most of the students knew they were in the wrong and had no way to retort. Back at Dream School, their grades had truly been atrocious. The average level being below prenatal education was no joke.
"Don't be like that, Tony. They still have plenty of potential. They possess powers ordinary people don't, and they learn fairly quickly too. Didn't they learn a lot in just a few days at Dream School?"
"Those were all basic common-sense things, for God's sake! We actually have to start by teaching them the eight planets!" Stark rolled his eyes and made a speechless gesture with one hand.
"If you ask me, Mutants are hopeless. They should just use their innate abilities to scrape out a living on Earth. Forget about entering the universe. One day, they might run into a black hole and not even know to get out of the way..."
As Stark spoke, he felt a cool breeze sweep past his forehead. He rolled his eyes forward and saw a ballpoint pen pressed against the center of his forehead.
Iceman hurriedly looked at Polaris and lowered his voice. "Don't do this. We can't use our abilities casually at school, much less threaten teachers!"
Polaris turned her head as well. "It wasn't me!"
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