Take Him Out for Two Walks Every Day, and He Won't Wreck the House

Russell pushed open the door and stepped inside. The new world was pitch black, a very peculiar kind of black, unlike the black of night.

It evokes a profound sense of oppression, striking straight to the soul and causing anxiety, as if one were trapped in a narrow coffin...

Squeak!

Deadpool pushed open the cabinet door, scratched his head, and said in confusion, "This is really strange. The locations I've been to after traveling to Silly Bird worlds these past few times are just as Silly Bird as they come. Last time it was a public toilet, and this time it's a wardrobe. It wasn't like this before."

"..."

Russell kicked Deadpool aside, stepped out of the closet, and looked around to find an elegant bedroom with a strong artistic atmosphere. Judging from the luxurious decoration, the homeowner was certainly not short of money.

Deadpool drew back the curtains, held his hand up to his eyes, stood on tiptoe to look, and exclaimed excitedly, "Russell, I recognize this place. It's the Mutant Academy. There's no mistake."

"Yes, I noticed that too, and I also realized that this is Professor X's bedroom."

Deadpool turned around in confusion upon hearing this. "Dude, you can tell from this? What's your relationship with that old bald guy?"

"Anyone who isn't blind can see that." Russell rolled his eyes and pointed to the wall behind Deadpool, where a half-length oil painting of Professor X in a sharp suit and a smile hung.

Deadpool stared at the portrait, blinked, and shamelessly retorted, "The artist's skills are terrible. This bald head isn't polished or waxed; it's all gray and lacks any core concept. Who can recognize who he is?"

The pot calling the kettle black; did you polish and wax your bald head?

Russell, not wanting to waste time, went straight to the point. "Wade, which world is this? Is it X -X-Men 3, or X-Men: Dark Phoenix?"

"I think the characters in the old X-Men movie were better looking; the latest version is just too awkward."

Deadpool complained, "Russell, every time I see the younger version of Professor X, Charles, you know what the first thing that pops into my head is?"

"He was cuckolded by Star-Lord!"

"Yes, yes, that's it! No wonder you're my best brother, you even think alike." Deadpool was very excited, praising Russell as his best partner because the two had perfect chemistry.

Russell was quite saddened, thinking he should have known better than to answer the question. Now, he was perfectly in sync with a Silly Bird.

Not wanting to deal with Deadpool anymore, he pushed open the bedroom door and walked out into the principal's office.

The room was empty. In front of the sofa was a full-metal wheelchair with an X-shaped backrest, Professor X's exclusive vehicle, a privilege reserved only for him throughout the entire series.

Russell stared at the metal wheelchair for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Wade, what time period is it in X -X-Men 3? Is the Professor X dead?"

Deadpool walked over, plopped down in his personal vehicle, and started cruising around the room. "I don't know, I can only travel through time, I can't pinpoint the exact time and location. Wow, this chair is so comfortable, I think I'm in love with it!"

Deadpool didn't give a definitive answer, but Russell was already 80% certain that Professor X was dead, killed by Jean Grey who couldn't control the Phoenix Force.

"Good riddance!"

Russell chuckled with relief. Rather than saying Professor X died a good death, it was more accurate to say Deadpool dressed well this time. The immediate priority was finding the rampaging Jean Grey/Jean Gown and trying to trigger the lottery. If they didn't win, they'd immediately head to the next world.

Bang!

The door to the room was pushed open with a thud, and Hank, the blue-skinned Beast, walked in side by side with Ororo, the Storm.

"Who are you people, and why are you at the school?"

Hank's tone was firm. Professor X had only been gone a short while, and someone had already sneaked into the Mutants school, right into Professor X's office. The fact that he could communicate verbally instead of immediately resorting to fists was already a testament to his excellent temper.

"I'm Deadpool, he's an angel, and we're the X-Force!"

Deadpool remotely controlled his wheelchair to roll over, politely extending a hand to introduce himself to someone he knew—something he was used to.

Looking at Deadpool in the wheelchair, Hank gritted his teeth, grabbed Deadpool's hand, and threw him out the door with great force.

"And you too!"

Hank was furious. He took two big steps forward, grabbed Russell by the shoulders, and tried to throw him away again.

"..."

Hank's beast-like face scrunched up like a bun, and despite putting all his strength into it, he couldn't budge Russell an inch.

"Pfft~~~" Deadpool squatted at the door and imitated a fart sound.

"..."

The room fell silent instantly. Hank's face turned visibly red, and not only that, his hair stood on end, teetering on the edge of a rampage.

When Ororo saw Hank being humiliated, her eyes immediately rolled back. Fortunately, she remembered that the principal's office was a cherished memory left by Professor X, so she didn't dare to do anything serious. She warned, "No matter who you are, leave this room immediately."

Every time I enter a new world, I have to fight the X-Men. That shouldn't be the case. What happened to the idea that superheroes should respect each other?

Russell was baffled and could only attribute it to Deadpool's irreverent behavior, which led to him being misunderstood as well.

"Leave immediately..."

"Charles is still alive!"

Russell's casual remark startled Ororo, causing her to lose control of her abilities and snap out of her eye-rolling state.

Hank, standing nearby, angrily grabbed Russell by the collar. "Damn it, do you know what you're saying? Take back your nonsense and don't slander the dead."

"Charles has the most powerful Mind Stone abilities in the world. Entering other people's minds is a piece of cake. He won't die so easily..." Russell smiled faintly at Hank, and slowly pried Hank's hands apart. "Just wait, he should be back in a while. If I were you, the most important thing to do now is to level his tombstone, otherwise... Professor is a typical petty person."

Hank shook his arm, stepped back to Ororo's side, took a deep breath, and asked, "You know Charles, but who exactly is he?"

"We come from the past, from the future, from other worlds..." Russell spoke the truth, without any pretentiousness.

"..."

"Okay, actually we're acquaintances, we just don't know each other in this world."

Ororo calmly replied, "Why should I believe you?"

Russell shrugged and pulled out a digital camera from behind his back. "You might not believe it, but we're really close in another world. You... uh, sorry again, I've always considered you a brother."

"Hehe!"

Ororo was even more skeptical, and then she saw her own 'indecent photo', with a pile of poop drawn on her face with white marker, the kind that was smoking.

Ororo was speechless, and Hank's face turned red again, this time he was holding back, he was about to burst out laughing.

Soon, after flipping through the photos of Ororo, the next one was of Jean, whose face was painted with a large turtle and whose two front teeth were blackened.

Seeing this, Ororo's depressed mood improved considerably, not because Jean looked like a Silly Bird in the photo, but because she confirmed that Jean had taken the photo voluntarily.

In other words, they actually do know each other!

Russell shoved the camera back behind him and said seriously, "Time is of the essence. We can discuss any problems later. We came here specifically to help, to take down the piano."

Hank and Ororo fell silent for a moment, then Ororo spoke, "Since we are friends in other worlds, can you really bring yourself to kill Jean?"

Upon learning that Professor X was not dead, Ororo lessened considerably. This question was less directed at Russell and more at herself.

"It's okay. A big event will happen in the future. Logan is ordered to go back in time and rewrite history. Everyone's fate will be changed. In the timeline after that, Jean will not turn to the dark side, and everyone will live a good life."

Russell, never one to shy away from a bombshell, declared, "So, don't overthink it. The future will be wonderful, more wonderful than you can even imagine. Charles is alive, the school is thriving, and even Logan has become a teacher..."

"Wait a minute, you're lying to me."

Hank questioned, "Logan becoming a teacher... I really can't agree with that. What can he teach? Sports, or wilderness survival?"

Deadpool back in his remote-controlled wheelchair. "Logan is a substitute physical education teacher, mainly responsible for history."

"..."X2

Hank's eyelids twitched as he imagined Professor Logan's history class, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Ororo forced a smile, "You say the future will be bright, then why is Logan in charge of teaching history?"

Bang!

The sound of a front door being kicked down came from downstairs, followed by Logan's booming voice. "Ororo, where are you? I need your help. I've found Jean and Magneto!"

Ororo looked at Russell: "The facts are clear. I have never heard of a history teacher who likes to destroy houses."

"He's just very energetic. If I take him out for a couple of walks every day, he won't destroy the house."