Girl, I'll Help You!

The grass had just grown in, brimming with life everywhere. Pale golden sunlight streamed over the tops of the English-style buildings, making the tender green of the earth almost dazzling. It seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, but once he came to his senses, he realized it was only a small patch of lawn.

An Yang sat not far from Jean, speaking to her gently.

It was clear that Jean did not want to stay here long, nor did she want to have such a deep conversation with him on their first meeting. Yet she could not leave just yet.

A group of people was playing volleyball in the distance, and the constant thumping carried over. From time to time, they cast astonished glances in his direction, seemingly baffled that someone actually dared sit face-to-face with Jean and chat for so long. Wasn't he afraid Jean would burrow into his mind?

Suddenly, the sunlight in front of him was blocked.

An Yang's eyes instantly adjusted to the sudden change in light, and he looked at Mystique standing before him. "What is it?"

At that moment, Mystique still maintained the appearance she had possessed when An Yang first met her, but her outfit was no longer so sexy. Instead, she had changed into casual clothes: a white T-shirt beneath a denim jacket, with black jeans replacing the black bodysuit. She looked clean and refreshing.

"I'm going to see Charles. Coming?"

An Yang shook his head. "I won't disturb your reunion. Just tell the professor that everything Jean foresaw last night is real. If he doesn't take countermeasures, Apocalypse will soon cause a catastrophe! The world desperately needs the rescue of a sanctimonious white knight."

Jean, who was sitting beside them, immediately sharpened her gaze. The hand turning