That day, Ziliang did not take a shower.

He seemed to not want to wash the words on his body or dared not, but he didn't know why.

So, he packed up and lay on the bed.

Of course he couldn't fall asleep. The words that were repeated in his mind were written on purpose for him to read, because if it was so smooth to read from the mirror, then what was written on his body should be in the opposite direction.

So, who wrote these words? Is it a prank? If so, why don’t you have any impression of me? Could it be that I wrote them with superpowers? Or I wrote them myself?

Hannibal?

Hannibal?

If this person was just a fictional one in my mind, how could I find him?

Or maybe there is really such a person, and everyone else is lying to me.

Just as he was thinking about this, Ziliang gradually closed his eyes.

"Maybe, I really shouldn't read that book anymore."

The night passed quickly and the sun rose as usual.

If there is really a "God" in this world, then he should just blink his eyes when he sees the day and night changes in this world, or the change of thousands or tens of thousands of years.

In his eyes, the mutation evolution of all human beings is probably only a few small ants growing wings, or, like some changes in cells, even smaller, as small as the planets in the universe, are just some cells in his body, and human beings are small things that he has no way to pay attention to.

Ziliang didn't know why he thought about these things, maybe it was because of that book.

Anyway, he opened his eyes and tried hard to kick all the chaotic thoughts out of his head.

Today is the day for the assessment. Although I will definitely pass it, Ziliang still doesn't want this absurd idea to affect his performance.

"What am I thinking?" The assessment professor in front of him was a person with a colored skin that was constantly changing. It is said that his supernatural power was called "chameleon". This supernatural power was far worse than invisible, but Ziliang didn't have the heart to think about it.

"Let this damn exam pass quickly, no, how can I think of this? This silly boy must know what I am thinking!" Ziliang said it out loud.

The examiner in front of him had a slightly bad expression, but his face was not very good all the time. When he heard Ziliang say his thoughts, his face changed from orange to purple.

"Okay, next one!" he said in a calm voice.

Ziliang nodded and walked out of the examination room. In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to enter the other party's thoughts to see if he had passed the assessment, but he could no longer use superpowers on the other party.

This is also because of the "X Act". As long as the other party doesn't want you to get into his brain, then you can't.

There were many people in the corridor, gathering together in groups of three or three. Most of these people had completed the assessment, and those who had not completed the assessment were actually nothing to worry about. After all, it was difficult to fail this assessment.

"Hi, Ziliang, here" a voice came, and Ziliang knew it was Harry Quinn when he heard it.

He looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw that Old Joey, Shirley and others were all standing together.

"Hey, your assessment is over?" Ziliang said as he walked over.

"Yes, nothing is difficult." Old Joey said with a silly smile.

For him, this kind of assessment is really not difficult, because his ability is just "not to rust the knife", rather than "restore the rusted knife". Therefore, if you really want to detect whether his ability is useful, you can only let him hold the knife and stand by the side for ten days and half a month. This ability is completely impossible to detect.

In fact, Old Joey once claimed a superpower, that is, he said that he could sometimes understand pigs' words.

However, since the entire X Academy has not found a second person who can understand the pig's words, his supernatural powers have never been approved successfully. After all, no one can confirm whether he is talking nonsense.

"Okay, let's go eat something, there's still class to attend in the afternoon," Quinn said.

Everyone nodded.

But at this moment, "I have to go back to the dormitory to get something." Shirley said.

She probably wanted to get the afternoon class books. After all, not everyone is like Ziliang who "never brings books in class."

"Okay, see you in the afternoon." Ziliang said for some reason. With this sentence, his heart suddenly beat violently.

【Introduction course】

This is an extremely boring course, mainly classifying the abilities and the differences between mutants of different levels.

In short, just like "philosophy", it's useless if you know it, and you won't delay anything if you don't know it.

Therefore, in this class, most people choose to sleep or chat. After all, even those who love learning do not want to listen to these boring content every year.

I guess the X Academy itself also knows how useless this course is, so the professor in this class is Professor Cott Wagner, a very kind person.

Or, he is a very kind devil.

The reason why he called him a demon is that this guy really looks like a demon.

He has blue skin, a pair of fangs that ridges out his lips, pointed ears, a demon-like tail, and a large totem tattooed on his body. Yes, he looks like this. If he gives him a trident, he will fit the description of the "devil" in all the stories.

But what is completely inconsistent with his image is that Professor Wagner is really a person with a very good temper and is even a little shy. In his class, he will not care about you, unless your snoring exceeds his lecture sound. Only then will he move to you instantly, and then wake you up carefully and ask if you can make a little less sound. You can even say 'No!'

Oh, yes, his ability is teleportation. A third-level mutant can instantly turn into a smoke, then appear in another place, or be stuck in a wall.

As usual, Ziliang and others sat in the last row of the class in a routine manner.

"What's going on? Why haven't Shirley come yet?" asked Old Joey.

"Maybe she really doesn't want to listen to this class anymore. What's the point of making a fuss about this? Anyway, even if we walk out of the classroom door openly now, Professor Wagner can at most say to us, 'Be careful on the road'."

Quinn said casually.

Just then

"Dongdongdongdong--"

With a few knocks on the door, the classroom door was pushed open.

"I'm sorry, I'm late"
Chapter completed!