The two were locked in a stalemate in mid-air. After dawdling for a long time, it was almost time to go to bed. Although the darkness had no effect on the two of them, the noise they made would affect the sleep of the villagers. Clark took a step back and decided to get up tomorrow morning.
alley.
Magneto snorted and strode back to his room, ignoring Clark. But what he didn't expect was that the tomorrow morning Clark said was not tomorrow morning at all. He was woken up by Clark at 3:30 in the morning.
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Schiller also followed him to the edge of the field. Anyway, it was almost time for him to get up. He yawned and thought about getting something to eat when it gets light.
Deeply exposed, Magneto, who had just woken up, was a little sleepy, but he still cheered up and started to loosen the soil and then plow the land. However, after a long time, it was still the same endless cycle.
Because there is no reference, it is easy for him to plow the land deeper and deeper, and then level it out again. However, when leveling, it is easy to compact the land, so he has to loosen the soil again, and then plow it again after loosening the soil.
In fact, for ordinary workers, this is not a particularly difficult job. Even those who have never farmed before can almost understand it after doing it twice.
But Magneto is a person who has not done any work personally for decades. To be precise, the work he does is destructive, and he runs away after one vote. He has not been engaged in sustained and repetitive labor for a long time, which has led to his
I am particularly impatient in this regard and easily distracted.
After working for a long time, the two of them had almost completed five or six acres of land. To be honest, two tractors would be enough to achieve this efficiency.
Clark had no choice but to fall to the ground and said to Schiller: "Doctor, why don't you check on his psychological problems first? I think he may have ADHD."
Schiller wanted to say if you turn around and look at his face, Magneto looks like he wants to eat people.
Magneto is indeed ill. Schiller initially speculated that he may have some symptoms of Asperger's syndrome, but it is difficult to say whether it is congenital or the result of the trauma caused to him by certain subsequent experiences.
In the past, this disease did not cause him much trouble, because most people had to look at his face, and at most he was not good at social interaction. For the sake of his strength, he put on a bad face.
, most people don’t care about him.
But now it is obvious that he is asking for help from others, and his problems will become more obvious. Schiller also observed the whole process just now, and he found that Magneto does have some stereotyped behaviors.
Schiller was too familiar with this behavior, because he could not get out of this vicious cycle for a long time. It was similar to being too alienated from society. He needed to gain a sense of security through some repeated actions, but the more he did these repeated actions, the more he
The more strange people will think him, the more alienated he will be from society, forming a vicious cycle.
Clark asked Magneto to do something, and Magneto did it but failed to do it well due to lack of experience. He was unwilling to admit that this was a problem of his ability, but the way to prove it was not to do better and better, but to start escaping by withdrawing.
This is the reason why he can't complete such a simple process several times and often wanders off. He doesn't want to do it, and his method of escaping is the wandering mind that is common among Asperger's patients.
This has become a habit of Magneto. He himself is not aware of the problem at all, and he is not even aware of his lack of concentration.
Otherwise, Clark would already have no way to teach such a big thing, so how could he not learn it?
This is not a matter of ability, this is a matter of spirit, Schiller thought.
But it is very difficult to correct it. 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 it's not completely impossible to improve the current situation." Schiller said: "Write down the data and give it to him."
"Data? What data?"
"Didn't you say that he always plows the fields too deep?"
"Yes, he is about to open a Great Rift Valley in the ground." Clark complained exaggeratedly: "The seeds cannot be buried so deep, otherwise the air cannot penetrate and they will rot."
“So how deep is a standard plow?”
"Well, it's just that deep. I just relied on my feeling. I've never measured it. The farmers in Mexico taught me that corn has to be plowed this deep."
Magneto also flew down at this time and stood quietly behind Clark. Schiller glanced at his expression and then said: "Don't forget, Clark, although we do need this batch of food, we need more people for farming.
experience."
"Eric is the only one who teaches now. If your teaching is so vague, how will he teach a large number of students in the future?"
"You were really the only one in Mexico at that time, and it would be easy for a few farmers to teach you step by step. But if mutants want to hold agricultural training classes in the future, the number of students will be very large. There is no specific data. How can it be done just by the words and deeds of the teacher?"
Woolen cloth?"
Clark fell into thinking. One of Superman's greatest strengths is that he listens to others' advice, and sometimes he listens a little too much.
Clark paused for a moment, flew into the air, fired two laser beams from his eyes, and two straight fields 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. He also took a pen and paper to write them down.
He handed it to Schiller and took a look at it. The data on it was very clear. The depth, height, and width were all marked with 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 glanced at the field bank created by Clark, then looked at the data on the paper, snorted coldly, and started flying again.
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In an instant, countless amounts of sand rose up from the skyline, and all the soil in the vast land flew into the air.
Every grain of soil was illuminated very clearly by the moon, like a dark reddish-brown sky, almost blocking all light.
With a swish sound, all the soil fell, and countless neat field ridges appeared on the land.
Clark took a closer look and saw that everything was exactly the same as what he had just plowed. 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 between the two fields created by Clark. After arranging and combining them, they were put together in a completely consistent structure. They were exactly the same from the outside to the inside. It was a complete copy and paste.
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Then Magneto flew higher, and all the sand in the land he saw rose up. This strange phenomenon caused the villagers to light up their lamps and look at the land above their heads in shock.
The soil fell like rain again, and countless neat and straight fields appeared in the fields. In an instant, this long-vacant land was like the soft hair of nature, gently combed by a lover.
When Magneto fell down, his face looked a little tired. He had been sleeping until someone woke him up. The amount of calculations required to change the shape of so many soil molecules was beyond imagination. At this moment, his brain was filled with echoes.
"Eric...Eric..."
Magneto heard a familiar gentle voice echoing in his ears, but for the first time he did not respond. The string of data was still lingering in his mind, and he speculated based on the areas of the three planets in the Andromeda Galaxy that he had previously calculated.
How many fields are cultivated?
In the room of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the lights suddenly turned on. Soon, anxious voices were heard one after another, and many slightly surprised replies were received.
At this time, it was still dark in Mexico, and the land was still too wet to sow seeds. 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 it would be useful, I wouldn't have been able to afford it so early. I thought it would take at least a few hours."
"Go back to sleep. I'll make breakfast for you when you get up."
A few hours later, the sky became brighter, and the water in the soil evaporated rapidly, making the morning even more humid.
Schiller got up and asked Clark to get up. He 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 distracted.
Schiller immediately touched his forehead. It was very good. He had a fever. It can only be said that this old man was very hard-working. He was worthy of being a top player last season.
Magneto waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, where are the seeds?"
"You have a fever. Fortunately, I brought antipyretic medicine. I'll get you a glass of warm water. You take the medicine and lie down for a while."
"I told you I'm fine, where's Clark?"
"He hasn't gotten up yet. After all, he is a young man. It is normal to stay in bed. You can sleep a little longer and wait for him."
Magneto snorted and grunted again, but finally lay down. Schiller poured him water and took medicine. He turned over and muttered something and fell asleep.
Clark came over quickly, and Schiller made a silent gesture to him. After going out and closing the door, Clark showed a very obvious feeling of guilt.
"I forgot that he is older. It's really my fault. What should I do now? Have you brought the medicine? How about I go to the next town to buy it?"
"I've already taken antipyretics and nothing's wrong. Logically speaking, he won't get sick. Maybe he's in a poor mental state. He didn't think about it."
Clark nodded and said: "Perhaps I can take this opportunity to finish part of it first, measure the data, and wait until he is better to do it."
The two of them had just walked out of the room, had a meal and were arranging the ingredients on the table when a figure appeared by the door, and it obviously didn't look like a villager.
"Lorna, why are you here?" Schiller asked with some confusion: "Aren't you helping in the Andromeda Galaxy?"
"I have returned to Earth before, but I have been staying with the professor." Polaris said, "This is..."
"Hello, I'm Clark. I always feel that we've seen your green hair, which really impressed me."
"Yes, we met at a concert. I was harassed at the concert and you helped me out."
"That can't be called a rescue, miss. You pushed him to the ground and almost broke his ribs. I just remind you that getting into trouble will only stop the concert from going ahead."
"Thank you for your kind reminder." Polaris rolled his eyes and said, "It's a pity that the concert didn't end yet."
"Yes, because your sister held down the other one and broke his ribs."
"How did you come here?" Schiller asked: "How did you find this place? Did the professor ask you to come?"
There was a rare hesitation on Polaris's face. She said, "The professor said Magneto is in a bad state. What's wrong with him?"
"He just has a fever, it's nothing serious."
"You have a fever?!" Another voice came from the door, and Schiller turned around and saw Wanda, the Scarlet Witch with a big belly.