PFC Chapter 2626 Mayfly World (26)
Chapter 2626 Mayfly World (26)
Chapter 2626 Mayfly World (Twenty-Six)
The two men were in a stalemate in mid-air. After a long time, it was almost time for bed. Although the darkness had no effect on the two men, the noise they made would affect the villagers' sleep. Clark took a step back and decided to get up tomorrow morning to deal with it.
Magneto snorted coldly and strode back to his room without paying any attention to Clark. However, what he didn't expect was that the tomorrow morning Clark mentioned was not tomorrow morning at all. He was woken up by Clark at 3:30 in the morning.
Schiller also followed to the edge of the field. It was almost time for him to get up anyway, so he yawned and thought about getting something to eat when it got light.
It was getting late and the dew was heavy. Magneto, who had just woken up, felt a little sleepy, but he still cheered up and started to loosen the soil and then plow the land. However, after a long time, he was still in the same vicious cycle.
Because there is no reference, it is easy for him to plow the land deeper and deeper, and then he has to level it and plow it again. However, when leveling the land, it is easy to compact it, so he has to loosen the soil again and plow it again.
In fact, for ordinary workers, this is not a particularly difficult job. Even if you have never farmed before, you can almost figure it out after doing it twice.
But Magneto is a person who has not done any work himself for decades. To be more precise, the work he does is destructive, and he is a hit-and-run guy. He has not engaged in continuous and repetitive labor for a long time, which makes him particularly impatient in this regard and easily distracted.
After working for a long time, the two of them had only finished working on five or six acres of land. To be honest, this efficiency would have been enough to get two tractors.
Clark had no choice but to fall to the ground and said to Schiller, "Doctor, why don't you check his psychological problems first? I think he may have ADHD."
Schiller wanted to say, why don’t you turn around and look at his expression. Now Magneto looks like he wants to eat someone.
Magneto is indeed ill, and Schiller initially speculated that he might have some symptoms of Asperger's syndrome, but it is difficult to say whether it is congenital or the result of some trauma caused by some later experience.
In the past, this disease did not cause him any trouble, because most people had to look at his face. At most, he was not good at socializing. Because he was so strong, most people would not care if he put on a sour face.
But now it is obvious that he needs help from others, and his problems will become more obvious. Schiller has just observed the whole process and he found that Magneto does have some stereotyped behaviors.
Schiller was all too familiar with this kind of behavior, because he couldn't get out of this vicious circle for a long time. It was like because he was too alienated from society, he needed to gain a sense of security through some repetitive actions, but the more he did these repetitive actions, the more people would find him strange, and he became more alienated from society, forming a vicious circle.
Clark asked Magneto what to do, and Magneto did it but didn't do it well due to lack of experience. He was unwilling to admit that it was a problem with his ability, but the way to prove it was not to do better and better, but to start to escape by withdrawing.
This is why he can't get such a simple process done after repeating it several times and why he is often distracted. He doesn't want to do it, and his way of avoiding it is the daydreaming that is common among Asperger's patients.
This has become a habit for Magneto. He himself is not aware of the problem at all, and he doesn't even realize that he is not concentrating.
Otherwise, it was such a trivial matter, and Clark was almost teaching him step by step, how could he not learn it?
This is not a question of ability, this is a question of spirit, Schiller thought.
But this is very difficult to correct. Magneto has never experienced any psychological intervention in his life. This situation has become a part of his personality, and it is almost impossible to change it.
"But there is no way to improve the current situation." Shiller said: "Write down the data for him."
"Data? What data?"
"Didn't you say he always plowed his fields too deep?"
"Yes, he's almost creating a Great Rift Valley in the ground." Clark complained exaggeratedly: "The seeds can't be buried that deep, otherwise the air won't get in and they will definitely rot."
"So what's the standard plow depth?"
"Yeah, it's about that deep. I just go by my feel. I've never measured it. It was the farmers in Mexico who taught me that corn should be plowed this deep."
Magneto also flew down at this time and stood quietly behind Clark. Schiller took a look at his expression and said, "Don't forget, Clark, although we do need this batch of food, we need farming experience more."
"Eric is the only one here to learn now. If you teach so vaguely, how will he teach a large number of students in the future?"
"You were the only ones in Mexico at the time, so it wouldn't be hard for a few farmers to teach you one by one. But if mutants want to open agricultural training classes in the future, the number of students will be much larger. Without specific data, how can we rely on teachers to teach by example?"
Clark fell into thought. Superman's greatest strength is that he listens to advice, sometimes a little too much.
Clark paused for a moment, flew into the air, shot out two lasers from his eyes, and two straight ridges instantly appeared on the field.
Then Clark flew to the warehouse and got a tape measure, and began to measure the depth of the ditch and the height of the stem, and also took a pen and paper to write it down.
He handed it to Schiller. Schiller took a look at the data. The depth, height, and width were all marked with specific values to two decimal places. Schiller stuffed the paper into Magneto's arms.
"Just follow this, Eric. You should be able to do it exactly, right?"
Magneto took a look at the ridge that Clark had made, then looked at the data on the paper, snorted coldly, and flew up again.
In an instant, countless sands rose on the skyline, and all the soil in the vast land flew into the air.
Every grain of soil was clearly illuminated by the moonlight, like a dark reddish-brown sky that almost blocked out all light.
With a swish, all the soil fell off, and countless neat ridges appeared on the land.
Clark leaned over to take a look and saw that everything was exactly the same as what he had just plowed, but Schiller saw more details. Not only was the height, depth and width the same, but even every grain of soil was the same.
Magneto turned all the soil into the shape of the soil in the two ridges that Clark had made, and arranged and combined them together in a completely identical structure. They were exactly the same from the outside to the inside, completely copy and paste.
Then Magneto flew higher, and all the sand in the land where he saw rose up. This strange sight caused the villagers to light up lights and look at the land above their heads in shock.
The soil fell like rain again, and countless neat and straight ridges appeared between the fields. In an instant, the long-vacant land was like nature's soft hair, gently combed by a lover.
When Magneto landed, his face looked a little tired. He was woken up when he was sleeping soundly. The amount of calculation required to change the shape of so many soil molecules was beyond his imagination. At this moment, he felt his brain was full of echoes.
"Eric...Eric..."
Magneto heard a familiar gentle voice echoing in his ears, but he did not respond for the first time. The string of data was still lingering in his mind, and he estimated how much farmland could be cultivated based on the areas of the three planets in the Andromeda Galaxy that he had previously calculated.
In the room of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the lights suddenly came on, and soon, one anxious voice after another was transmitted, receiving many slightly surprised replies.
It was still dark in Mexico and the soil was too wet for sowing. Seeing that Magneto was not in good condition, Schiller decided to go back and sleep for a while until dawn.
Clark didn't expect it to be so fast. He said, "If I had known this would work, I wouldn't have gotten up so early. I thought it would take at least a few hours."
"Go back to sleep. I'll make breakfast for you when you wake up."
A few hours later, the sky began to brighten. The moisture in the soil evaporated rapidly, making the early morning even more humid.
Schiller got up and called Clark to get up. Clark was a little dazed. Schiller went upstairs to call Magneto. When he woke up, his face was a little flushed and his eyes were a little dazed.
Schiller immediately touched his forehead. Great, he had a fever. It can only be said that this old man is quite resilient and he deserves to be the best player of last season.
Magneto waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. Where's the seed?"
"You have a fever. Luckily I brought some antipyretic medicine. I'll go get you a glass of warm water. Take the medicine and lie down for a while."
"I said I'm fine, where's Clark?"
"He hasn't gotten up yet. After all, he's a young man, and it's normal for him to stay in bed. You can sleep a little longer and wait for him."
Magneto snorted again and muttered a few words, but he lay down anyway. Schiller poured him some water and gave him some medicine. He turned over and fell asleep mumbling something.
Clark came over quickly, and Schiller made a gesture to him to keep quiet. After he went out and closed the door, Clark showed very obvious guilt.
"I forgot he's old. It's really my fault. What should I do now? Do you have the medicine? Or should I go to the next town to buy some?"
"He has taken antipyretics and is fine. Logically, he shouldn't be sick. Maybe he is not in a good mental state and he doesn't think about it."
Clark nodded and said, "Maybe I can take this opportunity to finish part of it first, measure the data, and then do it again when he is better."
As the two of them walked out of the room and were arranging the ingredients on the table, a figure appeared at the door, and it was obviously not a villager.
"Lorna, why are you here?" Schiller asked in confusion, "Aren't you helping out in the Andromeda Galaxy?"
"I went back to Earth a while ago, but I have been staying with the professor." Polaris said: "This is..."
"Hello, I'm Clark, I always felt like I was impressed by this green hair we've seen on you."
"Yes, we met once at a concert. I was being harassed at the concert and you helped me out."
"That's not exactly helping out, miss. You pinned him to the ground and nearly broke his ribs. I was just reminding you that getting in trouble would only prevent the concert from going on."
"Thanks for your kind reminder." Polaris rolled his eyes and said, "It's a pity that the concert didn't end in the end."
"Yes, because your sister held down the other one and broke his ribs."
"How did you get here?" Schiller asked. "How did you find this place? Did the professor ask you to come?"
Polaris showed a rare hesitation on her face. She said, "The professor said that Magneto is not in good condition. What happened to him?"
"He just has a slight fever, nothing serious."
"Fever?!" another voice came from the door. Schiller turned around and saw the Scarlet Witch Wanda with a big belly.
(End of this chapter)