Chapter 273 School District Housing
A thick tree trunk and a lush tree crown – no one would imagine that just five minutes ago, this great tree in front of them was merely a seed.
"This is… a treehouse?" Jubilee guessed.
"That's right, this is a treehouse." Yang Le nodded. "This is what I cultivated using my ability. I used to live in this house before, after all, my appearance is a bit strange, and no one was willing to rent a house to me."
Magneto patted Yang Le's shoulder with an encouraging meaning, indicating that he didn't need to mind the past, and then said, "Shall we introduce Gambit?"
"Oh, of course." Yang Le walked to the tree hole. The tree hole was not directly open; a wooden door was embedded in it. Above the wooden door was an integrated handle, and beside the handle was even a keyhole.
"This is the gate of the treehouse. If you want to enter the treehouse, you need a key. Don't underestimate this wooden door; even ordinary small-caliber guns can't leave a trace on it."
Yang Le spread out his right hand, and a uniquely shaped wooden stick, about the length of a finger, emerged from his palm. At the end of the wooden stick was a nail-sized wooden ball.
"This is the key. It's not bragging, but I'm sure no one in the world can imitate this key. Because to open this gate, the most important thing is the sphere at the end. This sphere is actually a fruit, and after touching the keyhole, it will grow stems. Those stems are responsible for opening the gate."
As Yang Le spoke, he poked the key into the keyhole. In the keyhole that no one could see, the seed opened its outer coat, and tiny stems drilled into the small keyhole. In the blink of an eye, the gate clicked open.
"The treehouse space isn't large, just a bedroom and a toilet, but the furniture inside is fully equipped, and all of it is genuine solid wood furniture."
Yang Le said half-jokingly as he fully opened the gate, allowing the crowd to see the contents inside.
Jubilee craned her neck, and because of her age and height, she naturally stood in the front row of the crowd, easily seeing inside the treehouse. Just as Yang Le said, the full appearance of the treehouse could be seen at a glance.
"That thick tree root in the corner is the bed, that protruding small room is the toilet, and the thing inside that looks like a thick tree stump is the toilet. Your excrement can become nourishment for this treehouse. These two tree roots here are the desk and chair…"
Yang Le introduced the functions of the treehouse one by one from outside. Everyone's eyes lit up. This treehouse was much better than the shacks they lived in now. There was no other way; the people here were originally just ordinary citizens, and how many ordinary citizens know how to build a house now?
"This is really great!" Jubilee took the lead this time, praising it first. Jubilee couldn't help but be secretly surprised because as soon as she finished speaking, other people's praises followed one after another.
Facing the praises spoken from the inner heart of the crowd, Yang Le couldn't help but scratch his head. This time, it wasn't to maintain his persona, but because Yang Le really felt embarrassed.
"I can make five more treehouses like this." Although he was overwhelmed with praise, Yang Le suppressed this emotion. Even though Yang Le could provide treehouses to everyone in an instant, he still had to hide his abilities when necessary.
"Everyone can decide who gets to move into the treehouse first. The treehouse after this one might have to wait until my stamina recovers."
Yang Le lowered his head after speaking, looking ashamed, as if blaming himself for not doing business perfectly.
"You've already done very well, brother." Gambit walked out of the crowd, came to Yang Le's side, and comforted him. "Everyone here is grateful to you. You brought us food and provided us with residence. Our life has undergone earth-shattering changes because of you. To be honest, I can't even imagine how we would live without you in the future."
The crowd then echoed loudly, making Yang Le feel a little overwhelmed.
"Alright, alright, everyone!" Yang Le quickly stopped the crowd. If they continued, he would spontaneously combust. "It's getting late, let's talk about the problem of treehouse distribution first."
Seeing this, the crowd guessed that Yang Le was shy and burst into goodwilled laughter. Indeed, it was getting late, and it was indeed time to handle serious business.
"Give the treehouse to the principal and teachers first!" Someone shouted, and then there was a chorus of agreement.
"Yes! Principal and the teachers have worked very hard!" "That's right! That's right!"
No one objected. Yang Le could see that this was the true idea of each of them. The crowd all raised their faces and sincerely made a suggestion.
"Alright, everyone." As Magneto spoke, the noisy sounds immediately disappeared. "I can understand your inner heart. The teachers are indeed very hardworking, and it's no problem to let them have comfortable residence first."
Cyclops and other teachers wanted to speak, but out of respect for Magneto, they did not open their opening without permission, but prepared to offer their opinions after Magneto finished speaking.
"As for me." Magneto chuckled. "I still have a pile of ingredients to sort out, and besides, only in that position on the island can I stabilize the magnetic field of Sky Island, so I can't just move home casually, so I'll postpone it for now."
This sentence directly blocked the possibility of others persuading him. Helplessly, the crowd could only agree to let the honorable principal live in the current shack first.
"Don't worry, everyone." Yang Le comforted the crowd. "I will definitely make the most beautiful treehouse for Magneto."
With Yang Le's guarantee, the crowd was satisfied and ended this meeting. Seeing this, Yang Le went to the side to plant trees on his own.
"Principal." Cyclops and other teachers walked over. Magneto saw through their idea at a glance, which was nothing more than wanting to give up the house.
"What's wrong, Cyclops?" Magneto smiled and looked just like a kind middle-aged uncle. No one could tell that he was actually a mutant capable of destroying Earth.
"We want to give the treehouse to others," Cyclops said. "There are many people who need a comfortable living environment more than us."
"Sure." Everyone was originally prepared to argue strongly, but unexpectedly, Magneto agreed readily. "The premise is that you can convince others to move in."
"This…" Cyclops was stunned. He had seen the firm look of the crowd before. This was clearly not something they could change.
"Rest early, Cyclops, and everyone else." Magneto chuckled. "Don't you have classes to teach tomorrow? Don't get up later than the students, or be careful I'll deduct your salary for being late."
Everyone chuckled silently. In Eisenhardt Genius Young Academy, money was the most useless thing. It didn't circulate on the island, and no one outside the island did business with them, so everyone here had never taken money seriously.
(End of Chapter)