My Secret

Donnie was deeply resistant to the idea of teaching. He himself was a guy who had not even finished college, so where would he find the interest to teach a bunch of bratty kids?

But he was still pushed into the classroom.

Nearly a hundred students sat below, along with a crowd of people standing around to watch, making the entire classroom extremely crowded.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Donnie's forehead. He had been ordered to teach these flowers something they could never encounter, but after thinking it over, all he had were his combat experiences from recent days.

This teacher who had taken up the job halfway through was extremely nervous, and everyone could see it. Jean and Ororo peeked in from outside, gleefully waiting to watch the show.

Some clever students felt they should take the initiative to ease their instructor's burden. They wanted to relieve the awkward atmosphere, so someone raised a hand and asked Donnie a question.

"Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?"

Pfft!

Countless swords pierced Donnie's heart. That hurt too much. What the hell was this? Donnie hated this bunch of bratty kids. They were simply impossible to communicate with.

Donnie looked at the questioner. It was Kitty. With a dark expression, he replied that underage little girls should not ask adult questions.

Kitty claimed she was almost an adult and pressed on aggressively. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Pfft!

"Could it be that nobody has ever liked you? I've already dated three people." Another student stood up to show off, terrified that the world was not chaotic enough.

Pfft!

These bratty kids were so irritating! That was why he, the great Mechanic Donnie, would never be able to get along with them.

Jean really could not bear to watch any longer. She cleared her throat and stepped forward to smooth things over, reminding Donnie to talk about his experiences and abilities.

Suppressing the urge to hit someone, Donnie directly took out a cellphone. In full view of everyone, he controlled it as it transformed into a Mini-Transformer, which bared its teeth at the bratty kids and constantly provoked them.

They finally fell quiet, staring wide-eyed at this unreasonable sight. For a moment, an atmosphere of silence settled over the room. But soon, the place exploded, with many people scrambling to stand up and ask questions.

"Is this Artificial Intelligence? Like Tony Stark's? What do you think of the three major Artificial Intelligence theories of logicism, connectionism, and behaviorism?"

"Donnie, could you explain your views on the De Vries Mutation Theory? Do you think it has anything to do with your ability?"

"Is this why you can't get a girlfriend?"

Donnie was furious. He roared, nearly wanting to flip the table and leave. What the hell was all this? What were young people these days studying all day long? Some Dove chocolate theory or whatever—it was all complete nonsense! And how did it have anything to do with him being single?!

Did being single mean I hit on your little sister?

Jean really could not stand it anymore. She went up to announce that Donnie would next share some of his unusual experiences, barely suppressing the curiosity of those overly inquisitive people.

Donnie braced himself and displayed his ability, slowly recounting to the bratty kids the crisis he had faced when he awakened.

"They call me 'The Mechanic Who Awakened in Crisis,' and it really is fitting." Donnie admitted that on the day he awakened, he lost everything completely. He had never imagined something like that could happen.

"From that day onward, I became completely alone, constantly wandering at the edge of life and death. I'm different from you. You awakened abilities, but at least you can live safely at school, with people protecting you. But I had no one. I have always been fighting for my life, right up until now..."

Donnie slowly recounted his experiences. To these greenhouse flowers, it was an unheard-of new world, as though a thick stench of blood was rushing straight at them. This was also Donnie's goal. He had no advanced knowledge or grand principles to teach them; he could only use his own experiences to tell them never to be too naïve.

Some teachers listening from outside frowned with concern. This was completely different from their educational philosophy. Listening to Donnie's words, they could practically see corpses strewn everywhere. Was it really all right to discuss such things with a group of youngsters who had never truly faced the world?

Even Jean was about to stand up and stop Donnie from continuing.

The students gradually quieted down, their hearts heavy. They had never known the outside world was so cruel. What exactly had that young man standing at the front, smiling and looking so approachable, gone through? He had suffered so tragically, so why could he tell them about it so calmly? Anyone else would have broken down long ago. Why could he still smile?

John was extremely fervent. He admired Donnie and yearned for such an exciting life, so he was the first to stand and ask, "Can you teach us how to fight?"

Ororo listened with a deep frown.

Donnie remained calm. He said that even if John had not asked, he would have told them anyway. He conveyed his secret to the students. "My fighting method is very simple, and very practical."

Many students turned serious and pricked up their ears. Some even took out notebooks to record it. This was experience gained through real combat, the words of a fierce warrior who had experienced life and death many times.

"My secret is to just fucking fight. Roll up your sleeves and go at it. If you win, you get to adopt a young model; if you lose, you go work at sea." Donnie was utterly sincere.

Ororo could endure no more. She rushed in and threw a heavy punch straight at his head. With a thunderous bang, she brutally knocked Donnie to the ground.

Jean immediately announced to the students that Teacher Donnie was temporarily unwell, and this class would be changed to self-study.

Everyone was dumbfounded and began whispering among themselves.

Some people discussed it and suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense.

"He's right. Don't we Mutants fight with our innate abilities? We just fucking fight. If we win, we reach the pinnacle of life; if we lose, we get utterly defeated. So that adopting—"

Before Pyro could finish, a group of girls around him pinned him down and beat him half to death, knocking him unconscious.

The girls immediately announced that Pyro John was temporarily unwell and could not participate in this self-study session.

Donnie stayed at the school for a few more days. Professor X and the others never mentioned teaching again. Whenever Donnie tried to offer to teach, people would desperately stop him and plead with him not to harm the adorable students anymore, which left Donnie deeply indignant.

How was he harming them? Those had all been heartfelt lessons from experience.

During this period, Donnie scavenged some old, unused vehicles from the school. After piecing them together with the two wrecked cars he had originally brought, he created three new Transformers. Together with Optimus Prime and Arcee, the motorcycle he had never used, his force for breaking through tough positions had reached five. That was not even counting the pile of electronic equipment all over his body, which armed him to the teeth.

Whenever necessary, Donnie could assemble a small war unit at any time.

The injury to Donnie's brain had eased further. Otherwise, he would not have had the ability to assemble and upgrade better Transformers.

His marksmanship improved at a tremendous rate. The AllSpark had enhanced his neural reflexes, making firearms the quickest thing for him to master. Under Ororo's inhumanly brutal training, his hand-to-hand combat ability had also improved rapidly.

He knew it was time to leave. He could not hide at the school under Professor X's protection for the rest of his life.