In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Just as Wayne was about to send the piano, which had made him feel like a balloon, back to Xavier's Academy of Geniuses.

Wayne seemed to have noticed something. "Okay, it might be a little later."

Upon hearing this, Qin's expression instantly brightened, and she was almost ready to jump for joy.

……

Inside a tennis court, in a bleak spot that should have been empty at this hour, a young girl with a slightly childish face sat with her face covered and knees drawn up to her chest.

Around her, several women dressed in revealing and sexy outfits, whether they were on their way to a party or had already finished one, seemed to have encountered the girl on the way and swarmed around her like hyenas smelling blood, naturally activating their "bullying" skills.

The girl named Emma Frost did not retaliate against the group's verbal insults and even physical shoving; she only instinctively made defensive movements.

These were all her classmates at school, the darlings of the spotlight, while she was just an ugly duckling with poor grades who was ridiculed.

Emma was born into a wealthy family, but her family members were all somewhat problematic: a heartless father, a drug-addicted mother, abusive sisters, and a gay brother.

Having never experienced love at home and being bullied by these girls at school, Emma was both love-starved and sensitive with low self-esteem.

Seeing that Emma didn't react no matter how much they cursed, the girls seemed to get angry. The girl in the lead, who was heavily made up, raised her right hand to slap her.

Snap—A strong, well-defined hand easily caught the right hand that was about to fall.

"Fuck! Let go..."

The girl whose right hand was grabbed suddenly turned her head, and the rage on her face vanished like ice and snow.

Not only these girls, but even Emma was taken aback and subconsciously looked up—the dim light highlighted the other person's tall and reassuring figure, his face, a perfect creation, with slightly indifferent eyes that quietly swept over the bullies, without pity, only condescension.

At this moment, Emma truly began to believe in theism. This excessively handsome young man was like a god responding to her inner prayers, appearing at the most crucial moment and saving her. Just by standing there, he made her feel as if she had nothing to fear.

"Hey! Handsome, wanna come with us and do something fun?"

The girl whose right hand was being held by Wayne tried to fall into Wayne's arms, but Wayne dodged her by turning to the side.

"Aww!"

The girl who had tripped and fallen looked up at Wayne in a fit of anger, only to find that Wayne ignored them and sat down next to Emma.

Meanwhile, another, younger girl who was with Wayne sat down on the other side of Wayne.

Jean held Wayne's hand, staring warily at Emma like a kitten guarding its food. "What's your name?"

Emma glanced at Wayne instinctively, but then quickly looked away. "Emma, ​​Emma Frost."

Seeing Emma's self-conscious and timid reaction, Wayne couldn't help but think to himself—these days, you can't even call yourself a mutant if you don't have some psychological issues.

"Hey! Handsome! If you want, we can make an exception and come with you once... or even several times. Or we can exchange contact information and meet up sometime when we're free. My sister and I will go with you."

The girls, unwilling to give up, surrounded him again. They stared at Wayne's face and sized up his body without restraint, and one of them even tried to touch him.

"I don't want to waste any more words."

"Listen to human language, get out, okay?"

Wayne knew exactly what these bullies were like; they would simply pour foul-smelling garbage water on their victims, and some of their actions were so egregious that they could cause physical discomfort.

Although it's unknown whether these individuals have done anything too outrageous in the past, the offensive and obscene words Wayne just heard through his super hearing were enough to tell them to get lost.

"So you've got your eye on her? What makes you think you can?!"

The girl who was always the center of attention at school couldn't accept it. "Is she prettier than me?! Does she have a better figure than me?!"

"Aren't you going to talk nonsense?!"

I glanced at the woman in front of me—heavily made up, and her body proportions were just so-so.

Then look at Emma beside her—shoulder-length platinum blonde hair with a gleaming sheen, a delicate face with an inherent charm, and a voluptuous yet tall and beautiful figure. Even though her clothes are a bit ordinary, she is still a hundred times better than the former.

Wayne couldn't understand where this guy got his confidence from. Did he think he was naturally beautiful just because he put on a few centimeters of powder on his face? Or had he been sitting in the American capital for too long and his brain had been filled with nonsense?

Wayne's words not only greatly shocked the girl in the lead, but also struck Emma like a resounding bell, shattering all the gloom—she had never been so affirmed before!

"What a waste of your face! Are you blind?! How dare she compare to me?! Does she know as much as I do?! When I played duo queue, this bitch was..."

Snapped!

Wayne didn't tolerate her anymore and slapped her to the ground.

Wayne dusted the powder off his hands with disdain. "I really don't understand how your leaky thing gives you any confidence."

"You bastard!"

The powder on her face was chipped off, leaving a clear handprint. Seeing her disheveled appearance in the small mirror she carried with her, the girl struggled to her feet and, like a shrew, tried to fight Wayne.

Wayne grabbed the other man's wrist again.

The other person tried to grab Wayne with their other hand, but Wayne controlled the strength in their hand, and the other person immediately fell to the ground in pain.

This woman, with her decent family background and boyfriend who was on the rugby team, had been a tyrant at school for a long time, and no one had ever dared to treat her like this before.

As a result, their bullying nature immediately surfaced, and they began to beg Wayne for mercy.

Wayne simply raised his chin slightly in Emma's direction, and instantly understood that no matter how humiliated and unwilling the girl was, she had no choice but to apologize to Emma.

However, looking at those bloodshot eyes that seemed to want to devour someone, Emma unconsciously hugged her knees again and buried her face in her arms.

"Bitch! I've already apologized, what more do you want?!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Wayne slapped the girl on the other side of her face.

His face was so swollen that the powder had almost been smeared off, which made him look extremely ferocious, and his gaze at Wayne was extremely venomous.

Wayne simply met his gaze calmly and asked, "Will you forgive me?"

The girl who was slapped twice didn't say anything. She was afraid Wayne would hit her again, but she couldn't hide the resentment on her face.

Wayne just sighed... If bullies can't even forgive themselves when they encounter bullies, then what right do they have to expect the people they bullied to forgive them?

One reason he initially told these idiots to get lost was that Emma was a mutant with strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and if Emma went berserk, these idiots would be in big trouble.

But now... unless Emma goes too far, he's too lazy to deal with this mess.